“I don’t just want you to watch me, Steve. I NEED you to watch me.”
If you’ve been following the journey my marriage has been on through the 4 stories I’ve already written, then you’ll know that we have been on the fast track to a loving, mutually beneficial, thoroughly exciting cuckold marriage. I still get little chill bumps up my little neck just thinking about how far we’ve come. And as far as these stories go, there is soooo much more to tell! And I can’t wait to tell you!
Anyway ...
I know that every cuckold couple is probably a little different — but at the same time, there are certain elements that they all share in common — and having the cuckold watching his wife with superior lovers is one of them. As much as I have loved the sex with my black lover and leading my husband to what is best for his little cucky self ... watching me in all my orgasmic bliss, untouched in a chair across from me is where I needed this thing to go. Mmmmm here comes those chills again!
Another thing I’m pretty sure of is that each couple who chooses this lifestyle makes their progressions at different paces with varying degrees of needs for patience — especially for the hotwife.
Fortunately or unfortunately ( depending on how you’re looking at it ), I’ve never been a very patient person. That character flaw of mine has not always helped Steve ease into his new role with much comfort. But in my humble opinion, “comfort” is not really what the cuckold needs or wants. I’ve only had one cuckold (and I plan on keeping that way) but mine has always reacted strongest when he’s been lead to the greener pastures outside his comfort zone. I will be honest by saying that it wasn’t always his best interest that was driving me. But I like to think that, for the cuckold, what is most pleasing for the hotwife is most pleasing for the cuck. He has always been most attentive to me when he’s unsure of what I’m up to or what’s waiting for him.
For those reasons, I’ve been constantly thinking of ways to push our lifestyle closer and closer to the edge and then going beyond it as fast as I possibly could.
We have certainly gone much further than him watching me, but at the time ... it was a step Steve was reluctant to take. To say the least. My work was cut out for me!
Moving Steve from being a cuckold that hears about how another man does things to his wife he can’t possibly dream of doing to being a cuckold that sees it with his own eyes — well, that was not going to be easy.
One side note before I begin. I think one major difference between cuckold couples depends on who initiates the lifestyle. If the husband initiates it, then moving through the stages is less dramatic. But if the wife is leading it from the beginning, there is a constant hesitation in the cuckold’s mind and heart. Its the difference between a natural cuckold and a created one. I think all men with little penises can be and should be cuckolds. But not all are as easily conditioned to be one. Steve is the type that resists it. Which makes my job all a the more difficult and much more satisfying.
Anyway — back to my story
For about about two months since Steve agreed to let Robert have my body and then allowed him to take me in our own bed, I was happy with where things were.
Three or four times a week, Steve would get out of our bed and go to work knowing that Robert would be sliding into his spot and fucking his wife in ways he never could. Then he would come home and be allowed to have cuckold sex with me in one manner or another.
(I should say that by cuck sex I mean that whether Steve is actually having intercourse with me or I’m touching him or he’s touching himself — each and every time that he would cum it would be to thoughts and mental images of Robert’s big black cock fucking me and cumming inside me. (Chills again!) I knew how important cuck sex was for Steve. For one, I love him and I want him to be confident in how I feel about him. But at the same time, cuck sex was making a solid connection in his mind between his orgasm and me being fucked by black men. I’m not sure for how long this went on, but at the start I didn’t want him to think about anything else when he came. That’s what I define as cuck sex.)
So, as I said, for about two months, I was happy with this arrangement. But eventually I started getting restless for more.
One of the turn ons for me, as the hotwife, is not just the sex I was having with a bigger, better, blacker lover ... but the turn on for me was fast becoming how I was starting to sexually dominate my husband.
(I’ve said before, that Steve is no wimp ... some wives might be into that and that’s great for them ... but its not us. I like that he runs the rest of our life as a couple. It gives me more energy for the sex stuff! And honestly, I like seeing him in that “head of the household” role while still knowing that at any moment I can have him on his back, straddling his face and fucking his tongue while I regale him with my latest black cock exploits) (god just typing that makes me wet!)
Anyway, as I said I was growing impatient ... I needed more! I needed him to SEE WITH HIS OWN EYES a huge black cock easily over twice his size sliding in and out of his once, faithful wife’s pussy. I needed him to hear the kind of sounds a man with a man-sized cock could pull from me — sounds he’s never heard. I needed him to witness how violently I shake when my pussy is owned by a real cock. And I wanted him to see a real man’s cum dripping from me. I needed to show him how completely I give myself to another man.
I needed it — I needed it bad!
But, as much control as I was gaining over him, I also knew that I would have to manipulate him into making this decision on his own (to some degree). That’s a big part of the process that makes ours such a loving, stable cuckold marriage. If I take another step on my own, like I did with my affair, it could ruin us for good. Steve needed to know and believe that this was HIS decision ... despite my manipulations.
So watching me with Robert was the right thing for both of us. But I had to be subtle. Steve was going to fight to keep this thing as private as possible.
Yes, he knew that Robert knew he was a cuckold. But openly admitting it to another man by sitting and watching would be accepting his role on a whole new level.
So how did I accomplish this? With what all silly men are so easily manipulated by — porn!
I don’t think women are as visually seduced as men are ... at least not in the same way.
I’ve watched it and there are things about it that I have really enjoyed. And if I’m being honest, I’d rather watch lesbian porn more than anything ... which is an experience I’m certainly interested in! But its not an addiction for me. Unlike men, I can’t really be satisfied with just the fantasy ... I have to have the real thing.
But from my ongoing research into the cuckold’s mind, I have learned that cuckold’s can be trained to do just about anything with the right tools.
I had already been able to plant certain things in Steve’s mind through carefully crafted words and I’ve cemented those images in his mind with some pics. Those tools have, so far, resulted in the exact rewards I had hoped for.
But transforming a husband, who is not all that keen on being humiliated or even humbled by anyone other than his wife, into one that watches another man take his wife and madly fuck her in front of him was another ball game altogether!
So I enlisted porn.
It all started on a Thursday. I know it was a Thursday because of my diary — but honestly, I didn’t have to even look at my diary to remember that.
A lot of the time, Thursday is kind of the start to our weekend. Steve often goes to work late on a Friday or sometimes he doesn’t go in at all. Its really up to him. I’ve loved that about his job for lots of reasons but I was going to love it even more!
Thursday was also the last day of the week that I could spend some quality time with Robert. Weekends, in those days, were reserved for me and my husband ... except for those special moments when Steve went to do something and I just couldn’t help but want to suck Robert’s gorgeous cock! Lol
So it was a Thursday. And let’s call it New Thirst Thursday. You know, because of the new things I was going to make Steve thirsty for! Lol
So it was New Thirst Thursday and as always Steve’s alarm went off at the ungodly, early hour it always does.
I stretched and rolled over towards him, gently pushing my warm left leg over his and sliding my tiny warm foot down the length of his leg toward his feet. I reached for his little dick and lightly squeezed him through his boxer briefs. The sun had yet to rise and shine through our skylights, so it was still too dark to see his face, but I smiled in case he could see me,
“Good morning, baby.”
I propped up next to him, briefly letting go of his little penis that was beginning to poke and pulled my bed-head, auburn hair behind my little ear.
“I love you, Steve.”
I leaned down and barely touched his lips with mine ... just enough that he could feel my breath as I spoke and breathed ... all the while, starting to stroke him.
“Its Thursday. You know what that means, right, baby?”
He nodded.
“Tell me what it means,” I said while reaching inside his shorts and wrapping my little hand around his thin little dick.
I could tell he was getting incredibly turned on by the shallowness of his breath and voice —
“Robert’s coming over.”
I smiled, my lips still just a fraction of an inch from his...
“Uh huh. He’s going to be laying right where you are now. And I’ll be stroking him like I’m stroking you. Except my fingers won’t touch (I gripped to show him how easily he fits in my hand) and I won’t be able to do this (raising my thumb and sliding it over the head of his short little dickhead). He’s just so much bigger than you.”
I smiled and then kissed him deeply while I stroked and held him. My tongue searching his mouth and loving the sliding of our tongues over each other. He was starting to squirm, so I knew he was getting really turned on. I could also feel him starting to dribble a little precum already, so I stopped moving my hand and just held his little white penis tightly.
I moved my lips to his ear and lightly pursed them around his lobe and then ran my tongue all around the edge of his ear and then whispered,
“He’s going to fuck me so good today, baby. I’m going to scream and scream while that big black cock pushes and thrusts and pounds into me ... fucking me until I cum, baby. Omg I can’t wait for you to leave.”
I pulled back and touched his nose with mine and smiled.
“Tell me you love me, cuck.”
“I love you, Lexi.”
“And I love you sooo much.”
I let go of him and scooted back to where I was propped up by the headboard.
“You better get ready for work, baby. K? You know the rule, right cucky?”
“Yes, Lex. I know.”
“Tell me what your rule is?”
“Don’t touch myself or cum while I’m at work.”
“Good cucky! Yup. Make sure, k? I wanna have fun tonight. K?”
“I know, Lex. I won’t.”
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At about 2:30, I texted Steve —
“Hey cuck. Wanna know what I just did?”
“I can guess, Lexi but I know you want to tell me.”
“Ummmmmm no I don’t. I’m not telling.”
“Right. I don’t believe you.”
“Doesn’t matter if you do or if you don’t. I’m not telling.”
“Okay. Then I guess I’ll get back to work, Lex. “
“That’s probably best. You’re good at that kind of work. Robert is good at the other kind. ”
“Uh huh. Here it comes.”
“No it isn’t. I mean I came, obviously. And so did Robert. But you won’t be. Anyway ... will you be home at the usual time?”
“Yes, Lexi.”
“Good cucky (). I wanna do something different tonight. K?”
“I can’t wait to hear, Lexi.”
“I know you’re trying to sound cool and stuff but we know different (). But just come home. K? As fast as you can. K? I’m kinda excited.”
“Well, that sounds scary (ha). But I’ll be home at the usual time.”
“Okay my little cuckold. I love you! Hurry home! (Kiss kiss)
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From there, I started compiling tonight’s toolkit for making my cuckold thirsty for watching — porn.
With the way that porn is almost everywhere on the internet, it wasn’t hard to find. What wasn’t so easy was finding the right stuff.
I mean, it couldn’t just be any porn. And neither could it just be interracial porn. It needed to be interracial, cuckold porn.
I was surprised by how much was actually out there! There was the pro stuff, which was fun to look through. I mean, the women were definitely super hot! And the guys all had beautiful, yummy big black cocks. But the whole thing didn’t really have the right feel for me or what I wanted for Steve.
So I looked for the amateur stuff. Wowzers! I fell in love! .
There was one particular couple who had several videos that proudly displayed their love for all things cuckold. She had a similar body style to mine but her hair was longer and darker and my boobs are bigger and my pussy is prettier ( ). But our butts are about the same and she looked to be the same height as me. I thought she might be a good way for Steve to visualize what its like for me.
But I had to be kinda careful about what I picked. Some of their stuff was waaaaay more than Steve could handle at this point. I knew that I would be needing it down the road, but for now it was just too much. But they did have some really good videos that showed the husband watching a gorgeous black man fucking his wife while she screamed and shook and orgasmed under him.
So I opened a few tabs of those on my IPad along with a few of the more professional, cuckold videos. In total, I think I had 5 or 6 videos ranging from 10 to 40 minutes in length. This would be a good start!
I wore a fairly tight white tank top that shows off my boobs and Steve’s favorite pair of super short cut offs that accentuates my ass and legs. I cooked and cleaned and got everything in the house ready for tonight. The only thing I didn’t do was change the sheets. I know that might sound kinda gross to some people ... considering the fact that both mine and Robert’s happy juices were on those sheets — but it adds to the cuckold ambiance that I was going to create — besides, they had dried! Lol
By the time Steve got home, the whole plan for tonight and the thought of watching cuckold porn with Steve had me pretty thirsty myself! I was incredibly horny and I was getting crazy wet. This was going to be fun!
After Steve changed out of his work clothes, we took our places at the table and had a pretty normal dinner talking about the stuff that couples normally talk about. I could tell that he was anxious for whatever I was going to do, but he tried not to show me. But his eyes were all over me and I would rub his leg under the table with my foot from time to time while I listened to him talk about his day.
After we finished, I cleaned the table ... per usual ... while he sat there talking to me. I don’t really mind that at all. I know he has a lot of stress at work and if relaxing at the dinner table helps him unwind a bit, then I’m more than happy to do it.
But after I finished, I walked behind him, leaned over his shoulder, ran my hand down his stomach and over his little dick and sucked and licked his neck until I reached his ear. I lightly bit his lobe (he loves that) while I squeezed his now fully hard little white dick and then whispered “I’m so fucking hot right now cuck. Let’s go upstairs.”
(I’m not the kind of girl that uses swear words all that easily. So when I do, its a huge turn on for me and for Steve and I’ve found that some black man really love it.)
Steve tried to turn his mouth toward my lips but I quickly backed off.
“Upstairs, cuck.”
He got up and followed me up the stairs to our bedroom. I jumped up on the bed so that my legs were hanging off the edge.
Looking straight into his eyes, “Undress me, cuck.”
He quickly walked over to me ... never breaking eye contact. I could see some hesitation in his face but only in his face.
Over the last couple of months, I had been increasing my dominance in the way that I would speak to him. Sex, was really the only time I ever commanded Steve — but he was growing to love it more and more.
I sat up when he reached me. I watched his eyes ... holding them with mine ...
“Take my shirt off, cuck.”
He reached down and grabbed my tank top from the bottom and slowly slid it up and over my head.
“Throw it over there, cuck.”
He threw it where I told him to.
“My bra.”
He obediently reached behind me and easily undid it and threw it to where my shirt was.
I smiled, “Good cuckold.”
“Now take my shorts off.”
I laid back as he undid the button and slid down the zipper. Then I pulled my little feet onto the edge of the bed and lifted my hips as he pulled them down my thighs. I wasn’t wearing panties. I lifted my legs straight up so that he could pull them over my feet. He threw them where my shirt and bra were.
I slid my right foot down his chest and pushed him back ... smiling I said,
“You’re turn. Take your clothes off.”
He started to walk to the bed so that he could sit down.
“No cuck. Stand there and take your clothes off. I want to watch you.”
He stood there for a second, just staring at me. Omg I love that look that says ‘I’m turned on but kind of scared because I have no idea where this is going”. That’s the look I was getting.
As he took off his shirt, I spread my legs and slid two fingers into my bare, wet pussy.
I watched him and slowly fingered myself as he slowly slid his basketball shorts down his legs and then slid them across the floor. He was standing there in his underwear. I let my eyes draw down his body until he could see that I was staring at his little, pokey hard-on.
Without taking my eyes off of his little dick barely poking out his underwear, I asked “Mmmm. Is this fun cucky?”
“Yes ... I mean, I guess, Lexi.”
I smiled and started to fuck myself.
“Take off the rest.”
After he slid them down and off, I smiled.
“Put your hand on it, cuck.”
“Stroke it a little cuck.”
I never made eye contact with him. I just stared at his little dick in his big hand. Watching him slowly make short strokes while I continued to slide my fingers in and out of me.
“Mmmmm. Does that feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Imagine how it would feel if it was bigger.” As I said that I slowly raised my eyes to his.
“I love you baby. Come here.”
As he walked toward me I scooted up to the head of the bed. He got in, laying down next to me. I leaned over him and kissed him. Hard. It was on the verge of becoming rough as I was reaching as deeply into his mouth as I could with my tongue ... kissing and sucking his tongue and biting his lip. I was so turned on. The way he just did everything I said and the way he didn’t say anything to my tease about how small he is ... god it was all starting to overwhelm me. Not to mention what was coming next.
I climbed on top of him with my soaking pussy sliding over his little shaft ... coating it with my juices ... my hands on his chest while I stared down into his waiting eyes.
“Wanna fuck me?”
He stared.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
He pushed his hips up into me.
“God yes, Lexi.”
Teasingly, I said “Nope” while rotated my hips. “I’ve already been fucked today. A lot!”
He stared and pushed up again.
“Does that turn you on, little cucky?”
He nodded.
“Right here. That’s where it happened cuckold. You’re laying exactly where I was laying as Robert pounded me with his huge black cock.”
He reached for my hips to try and position me so he could enter me.
“No, cuck. Whether or not you get to put your little dick in my pussy depends...”
He interrupted, “Depends on what?”
I leaned over him with my hands on either side of his head and my hair dangling in his face.
“What kind of porn do you watch?”
“What?”
“What kind of porn do you watch, Steve? Its a pretty straightforward question. Do you watch interracial porn?”
He just stared up into my eyes. These were the times he feared the most about our new roles. He liked when I told him about my experiences with Robert and he liked the random teasing — but he had a love/hate relationship for those moments when I would try to extract certain information from his pervy little mind. This was one of those uncomfortable, outside the comfort zone kind of things that my cuck gets so excited about — but hates that I know it.
“Tell me. I can feel your hard little dick, Steve. Tell me. Do you watch interracial porn?”
“Yes ... I mean sometimes ... yeah.”
I smiled.
“Its kind of our thing, huh?”
He just stared at me and I stared at him. I’m not sure how long we locked eyes, but I could tell he was in that almost frenzied, uncomfortable, lusty state that little cucks so love. So we just stared as I rocked my hot, dripping pussy back and forth over his straining, thin, little dick.
He didn’t answer. So I rolled off of him and told him,
“Get your IPad.”
“Why, Lexi?”
He knew what I wanted to do ... he had to have known.
“Just do it. It will be fun, I promise.”
Steve got up and walked over to get it from his bag that was on the chair by our big bedroom window that looks out over our yard and the woods behind us.
He handed it to me and got back into bed. I handed it back as soon as he was settled.
“No, you do it. Show me something you’ve watched. Something you’ve really loved. K? Please?”
He looked at me for a second with side-eyes. He was definitely suspicious and unsure of where this was going ... but at the same time there was no way he was stopping us.
He looked down at his tablet and opened up the search engine.
“This feels weird, Lex. What do you want to see?”
I turned to him and reached for his forearm,
“Don’t feel weird, baby. This will be fun. I promise. You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything. This will help us, k? If you show me something you like then I will show you something I like. K?”
“You like porn, Lex? I mean I guess that shouldn’t surprise me.”
I laughed.
“I don’t like it like you like it. I mean, I don’t watch it all the time like you do ... you little perv (giggle). But I saw some fun stuff today.”
“So just show me something.”
He slowly started to type ... **********.com —
It was a free site that had thumbnails of every type of porn you could think of.
I snuggled up to him and kissed his shoulder.
“K. Now show me one you really like.”
In the search box, he typed what turned out to be a website that was devoted to interracial sex. What popped up was a full page of movies that featured black men and white women. You could tap each thumbnail pic and watch had an insanely gorgeous black men with insanely gorgeous black cocks standing next to or holding or fucking some young, pretty white girl.
“Pick the one you like the most.”
“I don’t know which one I like the most, Lex. I haven’t watched them all (that was a lie).”
“Uh huh. Riiiight. Just pick one then.”
He tapped and it reloaded the page opening up a bigger view of the video.
I snuggled tighter and laid my head on his shoulder — like we were just watching a normal movie.
“Make it bigger.”
He tapped an icon and it filled the screen and then he hit play.
“Turn it up. I can’t hear it, baby.”
It was kind of weird at first. A woman was in a car texting the man that she was going to see. Once she got there, she went into the bathroom and changed into a sexy little red teddy. When she came out she went and sat in the big, black man’s lap and began kissing him. It really was very sexy. His huge hands were holding and kneading her butt. She was moaning into his mouth while they kissed.
It was actually super hot. It proceeded to all the normal stuff you’d expect. She slid down his body. Slid down his boxers to reveal a gorgeous black cock. She sucked it until he was hard. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He ate her pussy for a while. Then he moved up her body and began to fuck her in all sorts of positions until he came deep inside her.
(It was only 12 minutes, so I’m guessing it skipped a bunch of parts that you can see somewhere else that isn’t so free)
“You like that? I mean, that kind of porn, Steve?”
“Yes, Lexi. I haven’t always bu...”
“But now you do because a black man is fucking your wife? Is that what you were going to say?”
“I guess. I mean...”
“Do you ever imagine its me? You know in the video? Being fucked like that?”
“I don’t know. Not really.”
“Yes you do. You have to. Just tell me.”
“Lex...”
“Never mind. My turn!”
I leaned over to my side of the bed and grabbed my IPad from the side table. I sat back against the headboard with the tablet propped up on my folded knees. I saw him looking so I turned it so he couldn’t see.
“Don’t look, yet. I want to get the right one. K?”
I picked the shortest one and clicked on it and then hit pause as soon as it started and then handed it to Steve. Again, I curled up next to him with my head on his shoulder.
“K. Hit play.”
He held it in his right hand as it was propped up on his legs and hit play.
It was obviously this couple’s bedroom. The woman was laying on top of the black man kissing him. She was naked. The black man had only a white t-shirt on. You could tell that someone else was filming it because of the way he was walking around and moving the camera. Every once in a while the wife would look up at him and smile and say something cute. Soon she slid down the black man’s body and started to suck his cock. It was an okay cock. It wasn’t nearly as big as Robert’s is and he wasn’t half as sexy. I mean, there was a reason he kept the t-shirt on! . Anyway, when the black man rolled the woman onto her back, the husband put the camera on a tripod or something because he soon walked into view on the other side of the bed. He was naked and stroking his little white dick. Those things are just not meant for video! He just stroked and watched as the black man fucked his wife.
Every once in a while I would peer up into Steve’s eyes. He knew I was looking at him so he would try to control the excitement on his face.
“That’s hot, huh Steve?”
He just watched. I think he was starting to figure out where this was going because as much as he clearly liked it, I could also see that he was getting uncomfortable.
I reached my hand under the covers to feel his little hard dick.
“Tell me baby. You like this don’t you?”
I started to hold his dick really tight and once his precum was enough to make him slippery, I started stroking him really slow.
“Yes, Lexi.”
“I have lots more. They have tons of videos. That white guy is her husband. He’s like you, huh? A cuckold?”
“I guess. I mean, how do you know they’re married?”
“One of the videos says it. I watched a few today. I really like it. I’ve been waiting all day to show you.”
He just kept watching while I stroked him. The woman started to really scream as the black man was thrusting into her harder and harder.
I could tell that Steve was getting close so I pulled my hand away. I reached for the IPad and turned it off and leaned to put it back on my nightstand.
“That’s enough for tonight,” I smilingly said.
I slid over his lap under the covers and smiled down into his face.
“You liked it didn’t you?”
“Yes, Lexi.”
“She kind looked like me, huh?”
With wide eyes, “A little I guess.”
I reached between us and slid his little dick inside me. Honestly, he felt pretty good! I didn’t move or anything. I just slid him all the way in and held him there.
“Did you imagine yourself being the black man or the cuck husband?”
“What? I didn....”
“Yes you did. Tell me and I’ll let you cum inside me.”
“God, Lexi. Why do we alway...”
“Because you obviously love it. This is what cuckold’s love. Now tell me. Did you imagine that you were the black man?”
“No.”
“The cuckold watching?”
“Yes.”
“I guess its easier for you to identity with a white guy who has a little white dick than it is with the black man.”
I slid up and down a little on his dick as he just stared up at me waiting for what he knew was coming.
“Do you ever think about doing that for real? Watching me with Robert?”
“No.”
I slid up and off of him.
“Don’t lie to me, cucky.”
“I”m not, Lexi.”
“If you don’t tell me the truth I’m not going to have sex with you for a month.”
“Fuck, Lexi ... why do we always have t...”
“Because this is who we are now, Steve. I love you with my whole heart. I really and truly do. But this is who you are. A cuckold. And I love that you are. And we need this.”
I slid down his body taking the covers with me so that we were both lying there naked. I held him and looked in his eyes as I licked slowly up his little shaft. It didn’t take me long to reach his little head and I wrapped my lips around it for a just a few sucks and then stopped.
“We need this. I need this. You know that. I need to have sex with other men that I can actually feel inside me. Men ... black men that can fuck me and make me scream like that woman screamed.”
I watched him closely while i slowly slid him back into my mouth. Sucking ever so slowly.
“Did you like the way she screamed with pleasure?”
“Yes.”
“Wouldn’t you like to hear me scream like that?”
“Yes.”
I smiled really big.
“Because you’re a what?”
“A cuckold, Lexi.”
I slid back up his body and put him back inside me and sat still again.
“Yup. You are. You know what?”
“Robert is way bigger than that guy. And he’s a lot darker.”
“And you know what else?”
He just stared. I wiggled my butt a little with him still inside me.
“I scream a lot louder.”
“Fuck, Lexi.”
“I do Steve. Robert is so big and he stretches me so much. God I just scream and scream and scream.”
I started to rise up and down slowly with my hands on his chest ... digging into his skin. This was really turning me on.
“Fuck Lexi.”
“You want to hear me don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I started to rise up and down more quickly.
“You want to see it don’t you cuck? You want to see Robert fuck my little pussy with his big black cock, don’t you Steve? You wanna hear how he makes me scream?”
Yes.
I started fucking him faster and faster. The whole thing was making me so hot.
I jumped off of him quickly. I rolled to his side and grabbed his hand and placed it on his straining dick.
“Masterbate, Steve. Stroke your little dick until you cum.”
“Fuck, Lexi. Please ... “
I held his hand and stroked it up and down. His little dick was wet with my juices and his little drops of precum.
“I’m not going to have sex with you again until you tell me you want to watch me. Until you tell me you want to watch Robert fuck me.”
“I did, Lexi. I said it.”
“Say it again.”
“I want to watch you.”
“Say it all.”
“I want to watch you and Robert.”
“All of it.”
“I want to watch Robert fuck you.”
I grabbed his hand and moved it. I straddled him again and started fucking him hard. Smiling down into his face. His eyes were locked shut. He was gripping my hips.
“As soon as you cum, I’m going to text Robert. Okay? Cum for me, baby. Cum inside me.”
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Exactly one week later:
“Text me when 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 love you!”
If you’ve been following the journey my marriage has been on through the 4 stories I’ve already written, then you’ll know that we have been on the fast track to a loving, mutually beneficial, thoroughly exciting cuckold marriage. I still get little chill bumps up my little neck just thinking about how far we’ve come. And as far as these stories go, there is soooo much more to tell! And I can’t wait to tell you!
Anyway ...
I know that every cuckold couple is probably a little different — but at the same time, there are certain elements that they all share in common — and having the cuckold watching his wife with superior lovers is one of them. As much as I have loved the sex with my black lover and leading my husband to what is best for his little cucky self ... watching me in all my orgasmic bliss, untouched in a chair across from me is where I needed this thing to go. Mmmmm here comes those chills again!
Another thing I’m pretty sure of is that each couple who chooses this lifestyle makes their progressions at different paces with varying degrees of needs for patience — especially for the hotwife.
Fortunately or unfortunately ( depending on how you’re looking at it ), I’ve never been a very patient person. That character flaw of mine has not always helped Steve ease into his new role with much comfort. But in my humble opinion, “comfort” is not really what the cuckold needs or wants. I’ve only had one cuckold (and I plan on keeping that way) but mine has always reacted strongest when he’s been lead to the greener pastures outside his comfort zone. I will be honest by saying that it wasn’t always his best interest that was driving me. But I like to think that, for the cuckold, what is most pleasing for the hotwife is most pleasing for the cuck. He has always been most attentive to me when he’s unsure of what I’m up to or what’s waiting for him.
For those reasons, I’ve been constantly thinking of ways to push our lifestyle closer and closer to the edge and then going beyond it as fast as I possibly could.
We have certainly gone much further than him watching me, but at the time ... it was a step Steve was reluctant to take. To say the least. My work was cut out for me!
Moving Steve from being a cuckold that hears about how another man does things to his wife he can’t possibly dream of doing to being a cuckold that sees it with his own eyes — well, that was not going to be easy.
One side note before I begin. I think one major difference between cuckold couples depends on who initiates the lifestyle. If the husband initiates it, then moving through the stages is less dramatic. But if the wife is leading it from the beginning, there is a constant hesitation in the cuckold’s mind and heart. Its the difference between a natural cuckold and a created one. I think all men with little penises can be and should be cuckolds. But not all are as easily conditioned to be one. Steve is the type that resists it. Which makes my job all a the more difficult and much more satisfying.
Anyway — back to my story
For about about two months since Steve agreed to let Robert have my body and then allowed him to take me in our own bed, I was happy with where things were.
Three or four times a week, Steve would get out of our bed and go to work knowing that Robert would be sliding into his spot and fucking his wife in ways he never could. Then he would come home and be allowed to have cuckold sex with me in one manner or another.
(I should say that by cuck sex I mean that whether Steve is actually having intercourse with me or I’m touching him or he’s touching himself — each and every time that he would cum it would be to thoughts and mental images of Robert’s big black cock fucking me and cumming inside me. (Chills again!) I knew how important cuck sex was for Steve. For one, I love him and I want him to be confident in how I feel about him. But at the same time, cuck sex was making a solid connection in his mind between his orgasm and me being fucked by black men. I’m not sure for how long this went on, but at the start I didn’t want him to think about anything else when he came. That’s what I define as cuck sex.)
So, as I said, for about two months, I was happy with this arrangement. But eventually I started getting restless for more.
One of the turn ons for me, as the hotwife, is not just the sex I was having with a bigger, better, blacker lover ... but the turn on for me was fast becoming how I was starting to sexually dominate my husband.
(I’ve said before, that Steve is no wimp ... some wives might be into that and that’s great for them ... but its not us. I like that he runs the rest of our life as a couple. It gives me more energy for the sex stuff! And honestly, I like seeing him in that “head of the household” role while still knowing that at any moment I can have him on his back, straddling his face and fucking his tongue while I regale him with my latest black cock exploits) (god just typing that makes me wet!)
Anyway, as I said I was growing impatient ... I needed more! I needed him to SEE WITH HIS OWN EYES a huge black cock easily over twice his size sliding in and out of his once, faithful wife’s pussy. I needed him to hear the kind of sounds a man with a man-sized cock could pull from me — sounds he’s never heard. I needed him to witness how violently I shake when my pussy is owned by a real cock. And I wanted him to see a real man’s cum dripping from me. I needed to show him how completely I give myself to another man.
I needed it — I needed it bad!
But, as much control as I was gaining over him, I also knew that I would have to manipulate him into making this decision on his own (to some degree). That’s a big part of the process that makes ours such a loving, stable cuckold marriage. If I take another step on my own, like I did with my affair, it could ruin us for good. Steve needed to know and believe that this was HIS decision ... despite my manipulations.
So watching me with Robert was the right thing for both of us. But I had to be subtle. Steve was going to fight to keep this thing as private as possible.
Yes, he knew that Robert knew he was a cuckold. But openly admitting it to another man by sitting and watching would be accepting his role on a whole new level.
So how did I accomplish this? With what all silly men are so easily manipulated by — porn!
I don’t think women are as visually seduced as men are ... at least not in the same way.
I’ve watched it and there are things about it that I have really enjoyed. And if I’m being honest, I’d rather watch lesbian porn more than anything ... which is an experience I’m certainly interested in! But its not an addiction for me. Unlike men, I can’t really be satisfied with just the fantasy ... I have to have the real thing.
But from my ongoing research into the cuckold’s mind, I have learned that cuckold’s can be trained to do just about anything with the right tools.
I had already been able to plant certain things in Steve’s mind through carefully crafted words and I’ve cemented those images in his mind with some pics. Those tools have, so far, resulted in the exact rewards I had hoped for.
But transforming a husband, who is not all that keen on being humiliated or even humbled by anyone other than his wife, into one that watches another man take his wife and madly fuck her in front of him was another ball game altogether!
So I enlisted porn.
It all started on a Thursday. I know it was a Thursday because of my diary — but honestly, I didn’t have to even look at my diary to remember that.
A lot of the time, Thursday is kind of the start to our weekend. Steve often goes to work late on a Friday or sometimes he doesn’t go in at all. Its really up to him. I’ve loved that about his job for lots of reasons but I was going to love it even more!
Thursday was also the last day of the week that I could spend some quality time with Robert. Weekends, in those days, were reserved for me and my husband ... except for those special moments when Steve went to do something and I just couldn’t help but want to suck Robert’s gorgeous cock! Lol
So it was a Thursday. And let’s call it New Thirst Thursday. You know, because of the new things I was going to make Steve thirsty for! Lol
So it was New Thirst Thursday and as always Steve’s alarm went off at the ungodly, early hour it always does.
I stretched and rolled over towards him, gently pushing my warm left leg over his and sliding my tiny warm foot down the length of his leg toward his feet. I reached for his little dick and lightly squeezed him through his boxer briefs. The sun had yet to rise and shine through our skylights, so it was still too dark to see his face, but I smiled in case he could see me,
“Good morning, baby.”
I propped up next to him, briefly letting go of his little penis that was beginning to poke and pulled my bed-head, auburn hair behind my little ear.
“I love you, Steve.”
I leaned down and barely touched his lips with mine ... just enough that he could feel my breath as I spoke and breathed ... all the while, starting to stroke him.
“Its Thursday. You know what that means, right, baby?”
He nodded.
“Tell me what it means,” I said while reaching inside his shorts and wrapping my little hand around his thin little dick.
I could tell he was getting incredibly turned on by the shallowness of his breath and voice —
“Robert’s coming over.”
I smiled, my lips still just a fraction of an inch from his...
“Uh huh. He’s going to be laying right where you are now. And I’ll be stroking him like I’m stroking you. Except my fingers won’t touch (I gripped to show him how easily he fits in my hand) and I won’t be able to do this (raising my thumb and sliding it over the head of his short little dickhead). He’s just so much bigger than you.”
I smiled and then kissed him deeply while I stroked and held him. My tongue searching his mouth and loving the sliding of our tongues over each other. He was starting to squirm, so I knew he was getting really turned on. I could also feel him starting to dribble a little precum already, so I stopped moving my hand and just held his little white penis tightly.
I moved my lips to his ear and lightly pursed them around his lobe and then ran my tongue all around the edge of his ear and then whispered,
“He’s going to fuck me so good today, baby. I’m going to scream and scream while that big black cock pushes and thrusts and pounds into me ... fucking me until I cum, baby. Omg I can’t wait for you to leave.”
I pulled back and touched his nose with mine and smiled.
“Tell me you love me, cuck.”
“I love you, Lexi.”
“And I love you sooo much.”
I let go of him and scooted back to where I was propped up by the headboard.
“You better get ready for work, baby. K? You know the rule, right cucky?”
“Yes, Lex. I know.”
“Tell me what your rule is?”
“Don’t touch myself or cum while I’m at work.”
“Good cucky! Yup. Make sure, k? I wanna have fun tonight. K?”
“I know, Lex. I won’t.”
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At about 2:30, I texted Steve —
“Hey cuck. Wanna know what I just did?”
“I can guess, Lexi but I know you want to tell me.”
“Ummmmmm no I don’t. I’m not telling.”
“Right. I don’t believe you.”
“Doesn’t matter if you do or if you don’t. I’m not telling.”
“Okay. Then I guess I’ll get back to work, Lex. “
“That’s probably best. You’re good at that kind of work. Robert is good at the other kind. ”
“Uh huh. Here it comes.”
“No it isn’t. I mean I came, obviously. And so did Robert. But you won’t be. Anyway ... will you be home at the usual time?”
“Yes, Lexi.”
“Good cucky (). I wanna do something different tonight. K?”
“I can’t wait to hear, Lexi.”
“I know you’re trying to sound cool and stuff but we know different (). But just come home. K? As fast as you can. K? I’m kinda excited.”
“Well, that sounds scary (ha). But I’ll be home at the usual time.”
“Okay my little cuckold. I love you! Hurry home! (Kiss kiss)
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From there, I started compiling tonight’s toolkit for making my cuckold thirsty for watching — porn.
With the way that porn is almost everywhere on the internet, it wasn’t hard to find. What wasn’t so easy was finding the right stuff.
I mean, it couldn’t just be any porn. And neither could it just be interracial porn. It needed to be interracial, cuckold porn.
I was surprised by how much was actually out there! There was the pro stuff, which was fun to look through. I mean, the women were definitely super hot! And the guys all had beautiful, yummy big black cocks. But the whole thing didn’t really have the right feel for me or what I wanted for Steve.
So I looked for the amateur stuff. Wowzers! I fell in love! .
There was one particular couple who had several videos that proudly displayed their love for all things cuckold. She had a similar body style to mine but her hair was longer and darker and my boobs are bigger and my pussy is prettier ( ). But our butts are about the same and she looked to be the same height as me. I thought she might be a good way for Steve to visualize what its like for me.
But I had to be kinda careful about what I picked. Some of their stuff was waaaaay more than Steve could handle at this point. I knew that I would be needing it down the road, but for now it was just too much. But they did have some really good videos that showed the husband watching a gorgeous black man fucking his wife while she screamed and shook and orgasmed under him.
So I opened a few tabs of those on my IPad along with a few of the more professional, cuckold videos. In total, I think I had 5 or 6 videos ranging from 10 to 40 minutes in length. This would be a good start!
I wore a fairly tight white tank top that shows off my boobs and Steve’s favorite pair of super short cut offs that accentuates my ass and legs. I cooked and cleaned and got everything in the house ready for tonight. The only thing I didn’t do was change the sheets. I know that might sound kinda gross to some people ... considering the fact that both mine and Robert’s happy juices were on those sheets — but it adds to the cuckold ambiance that I was going to create — besides, they had dried! Lol
By the time Steve got home, the whole plan for tonight and the thought of watching cuckold porn with Steve had me pretty thirsty myself! I was incredibly horny and I was getting crazy wet. This was going to be fun!
After Steve changed out of his work clothes, we took our places at the table and had a pretty normal dinner talking about the stuff that couples normally talk about. I could tell that he was anxious for whatever I was going to do, but he tried not to show me. But his eyes were all over me and I would rub his leg under the table with my foot from time to time while I listened to him talk about his day.
After we finished, I cleaned the table ... per usual ... while he sat there talking to me. I don’t really mind that at all. I know he has a lot of stress at work and if relaxing at the dinner table helps him unwind a bit, then I’m more than happy to do it.
But after I finished, I walked behind him, leaned over his shoulder, ran my hand down his stomach and over his little dick and sucked and licked his neck until I reached his ear. I lightly bit his lobe (he loves that) while I squeezed his now fully hard little white dick and then whispered “I’m so fucking hot right now cuck. Let’s go upstairs.”
(I’m not the kind of girl that uses swear words all that easily. So when I do, its a huge turn on for me and for Steve and I’ve found that some black man really love it.)
Steve tried to turn his mouth toward my lips but I quickly backed off.
“Upstairs, cuck.”
He got up and followed me up the stairs to our bedroom. I jumped up on the bed so that my legs were hanging off the edge.
Looking straight into his eyes, “Undress me, cuck.”
He quickly walked over to me ... never breaking eye contact. I could see some hesitation in his face but only in his face.
Over the last couple of months, I had been increasing my dominance in the way that I would speak to him. Sex, was really the only time I ever commanded Steve — but he was growing to love it more and more.
I sat up when he reached me. I watched his eyes ... holding them with mine ...
“Take my shirt off, cuck.”
He reached down and grabbed my tank top from the bottom and slowly slid it up and over my head.
“Throw it over there, cuck.”
He threw it where I told him to.
“My bra.”
He obediently reached behind me and easily undid it and threw it to where my shirt was.
I smiled, “Good cuckold.”
“Now take my shorts off.”
I laid back as he undid the button and slid down the zipper. Then I pulled my little feet onto the edge of the bed and lifted my hips as he pulled them down my thighs. I wasn’t wearing panties. I lifted my legs straight up so that he could pull them over my feet. He threw them where my shirt and bra were.
I slid my right foot down his chest and pushed him back ... smiling I said,
“You’re turn. Take your clothes off.”
He started to walk to the bed so that he could sit down.
“No cuck. Stand there and take your clothes off. I want to watch you.”
He stood there for a second, just staring at me. Omg I love that look that says ‘I’m turned on but kind of scared because I have no idea where this is going”. That’s the look I was getting.
As he took off his shirt, I spread my legs and slid two fingers into my bare, wet pussy.
I watched him and slowly fingered myself as he slowly slid his basketball shorts down his legs and then slid them across the floor. He was standing there in his underwear. I let my eyes draw down his body until he could see that I was staring at his little, pokey hard-on.
Without taking my eyes off of his little dick barely poking out his underwear, I asked “Mmmm. Is this fun cucky?”
“Yes ... I mean, I guess, Lexi.”
I smiled and started to fuck myself.
“Take off the rest.”
After he slid them down and off, I smiled.
“Put your hand on it, cuck.”
“Stroke it a little cuck.”
I never made eye contact with him. I just stared at his little dick in his big hand. Watching him slowly make short strokes while I continued to slide my fingers in and out of me.
“Mmmmm. Does that feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Imagine how it would feel if it was bigger.” As I said that I slowly raised my eyes to his.
“I love you baby. Come here.”
As he walked toward me I scooted up to the head of the bed. He got in, laying down next to me. I leaned over him and kissed him. Hard. It was on the verge of becoming rough as I was reaching as deeply into his mouth as I could with my tongue ... kissing and sucking his tongue and biting his lip. I was so turned on. The way he just did everything I said and the way he didn’t say anything to my tease about how small he is ... god it was all starting to overwhelm me. Not to mention what was coming next.
I climbed on top of him with my soaking pussy sliding over his little shaft ... coating it with my juices ... my hands on his chest while I stared down into his waiting eyes.
“Wanna fuck me?”
He stared.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
He pushed his hips up into me.
“God yes, Lexi.”
Teasingly, I said “Nope” while rotated my hips. “I’ve already been fucked today. A lot!”
He stared and pushed up again.
“Does that turn you on, little cucky?”
He nodded.
“Right here. That’s where it happened cuckold. You’re laying exactly where I was laying as Robert pounded me with his huge black cock.”
He reached for my hips to try and position me so he could enter me.
“No, cuck. Whether or not you get to put your little dick in my pussy depends...”
He interrupted, “Depends on what?”
I leaned over him with my hands on either side of his head and my hair dangling in his face.
“What kind of porn do you watch?”
“What?”
“What kind of porn do you watch, Steve? Its a pretty straightforward question. Do you watch interracial porn?”
He just stared up into my eyes. These were the times he feared the most about our new roles. He liked when I told him about my experiences with Robert and he liked the random teasing — but he had a love/hate relationship for those moments when I would try to extract certain information from his pervy little mind. This was one of those uncomfortable, outside the comfort zone kind of things that my cuck gets so excited about — but hates that I know it.
“Tell me. I can feel your hard little dick, Steve. Tell me. Do you watch interracial porn?”
“Yes ... I mean sometimes ... yeah.”
I smiled.
“Its kind of our thing, huh?”
He just stared at me and I stared at him. I’m not sure how long we locked eyes, but I could tell he was in that almost frenzied, uncomfortable, lusty state that little cucks so love. So we just stared as I rocked my hot, dripping pussy back and forth over his straining, thin, little dick.
He didn’t answer. So I rolled off of him and told him,
“Get your IPad.”
“Why, Lexi?”
He knew what I wanted to do ... he had to have known.
“Just do it. It will be fun, I promise.”
Steve got up and walked over to get it from his bag that was on the chair by our big bedroom window that looks out over our yard and the woods behind us.
He handed it to me and got back into bed. I handed it back as soon as he was settled.
“No, you do it. Show me something you’ve watched. Something you’ve really loved. K? Please?”
He looked at me for a second with side-eyes. He was definitely suspicious and unsure of where this was going ... but at the same time there was no way he was stopping us.
He looked down at his tablet and opened up the search engine.
“This feels weird, Lex. What do you want to see?”
I turned to him and reached for his forearm,
“Don’t feel weird, baby. This will be fun. I promise. You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything. This will help us, k? If you show me something you like then I will show you something I like. K?”
“You like porn, Lex? I mean I guess that shouldn’t surprise me.”
I laughed.
“I don’t like it like you like it. I mean, I don’t watch it all the time like you do ... you little perv (giggle). But I saw some fun stuff today.”
“So just show me something.”
He slowly started to type ... **********.com —
It was a free site that had thumbnails of every type of porn you could think of.
I snuggled up to him and kissed his shoulder.
“K. Now show me one you really like.”
In the search box, he typed what turned out to be a website that was devoted to interracial sex. What popped up was a full page of movies that featured black men and white women. You could tap each thumbnail pic and watch had an insanely gorgeous black men with insanely gorgeous black cocks standing next to or holding or fucking some young, pretty white girl.
“Pick the one you like the most.”
“I don’t know which one I like the most, Lex. I haven’t watched them all (that was a lie).”
“Uh huh. Riiiight. Just pick one then.”
He tapped and it reloaded the page opening up a bigger view of the video.
I snuggled tighter and laid my head on his shoulder — like we were just watching a normal movie.
“Make it bigger.”
He tapped an icon and it filled the screen and then he hit play.
“Turn it up. I can’t hear it, baby.”
It was kind of weird at first. A woman was in a car texting the man that she was going to see. Once she got there, she went into the bathroom and changed into a sexy little red teddy. When she came out she went and sat in the big, black man’s lap and began kissing him. It really was very sexy. His huge hands were holding and kneading her butt. She was moaning into his mouth while they kissed.
It was actually super hot. It proceeded to all the normal stuff you’d expect. She slid down his body. Slid down his boxers to reveal a gorgeous black cock. She sucked it until he was hard. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He ate her pussy for a while. Then he moved up her body and began to fuck her in all sorts of positions until he came deep inside her.
(It was only 12 minutes, so I’m guessing it skipped a bunch of parts that you can see somewhere else that isn’t so free)
“You like that? I mean, that kind of porn, Steve?”
“Yes, Lexi. I haven’t always bu...”
“But now you do because a black man is fucking your wife? Is that what you were going to say?”
“I guess. I mean...”
“Do you ever imagine its me? You know in the video? Being fucked like that?”
“I don’t know. Not really.”
“Yes you do. You have to. Just tell me.”
“Lex...”
“Never mind. My turn!”
I leaned over to my side of the bed and grabbed my IPad from the side table. I sat back against the headboard with the tablet propped up on my folded knees. I saw him looking so I turned it so he couldn’t see.
“Don’t look, yet. I want to get the right one. K?”
I picked the shortest one and clicked on it and then hit pause as soon as it started and then handed it to Steve. Again, I curled up next to him with my head on his shoulder.
“K. Hit play.”
He held it in his right hand as it was propped up on his legs and hit play.
It was obviously this couple’s bedroom. The woman was laying on top of the black man kissing him. She was naked. The black man had only a white t-shirt on. You could tell that someone else was filming it because of the way he was walking around and moving the camera. Every once in a while the wife would look up at him and smile and say something cute. Soon she slid down the black man’s body and started to suck his cock. It was an okay cock. It wasn’t nearly as big as Robert’s is and he wasn’t half as sexy. I mean, there was a reason he kept the t-shirt on! . Anyway, when the black man rolled the woman onto her back, the husband put the camera on a tripod or something because he soon walked into view on the other side of the bed. He was naked and stroking his little white dick. Those things are just not meant for video! He just stroked and watched as the black man fucked his wife.
Every once in a while I would peer up into Steve’s eyes. He knew I was looking at him so he would try to control the excitement on his face.
“That’s hot, huh Steve?”
He just watched. I think he was starting to figure out where this was going because as much as he clearly liked it, I could also see that he was getting uncomfortable.
I reached my hand under the covers to feel his little hard dick.
“Tell me baby. You like this don’t you?”
I started to hold his dick really tight and once his precum was enough to make him slippery, I started stroking him really slow.
“Yes, Lexi.”
“I have lots more. They have tons of videos. That white guy is her husband. He’s like you, huh? A cuckold?”
“I guess. I mean, how do you know they’re married?”
“One of the videos says it. I watched a few today. I really like it. I’ve been waiting all day to show you.”
He just kept watching while I stroked him. The woman started to really scream as the black man was thrusting into her harder and harder.
I could tell that Steve was getting close so I pulled my hand away. I reached for the IPad and turned it off and leaned to put it back on my nightstand.
“That’s enough for tonight,” I smilingly said.
I slid over his lap under the covers and smiled down into his face.
“You liked it didn’t you?”
“Yes, Lexi.”
“She kind looked like me, huh?”
With wide eyes, “A little I guess.”
I reached between us and slid his little dick inside me. Honestly, he felt pretty good! I didn’t move or anything. I just slid him all the way in and held him there.
“Did you imagine yourself being the black man or the cuck husband?”
“What? I didn....”
“Yes you did. Tell me and I’ll let you cum inside me.”
“God, Lexi. Why do we alway...”
“Because you obviously love it. This is what cuckold’s love. Now tell me. Did you imagine that you were the black man?”
“No.”
“The cuckold watching?”
“Yes.”
“I guess its easier for you to identity with a white guy who has a little white dick than it is with the black man.”
I slid up and down a little on his dick as he just stared up at me waiting for what he knew was coming.
“Do you ever think about doing that for real? Watching me with Robert?”
“No.”
I slid up and off of him.
“Don’t lie to me, cucky.”
“I”m not, Lexi.”
“If you don’t tell me the truth I’m not going to have sex with you for a month.”
“Fuck, Lexi ... why do we always have t...”
“Because this is who we are now, Steve. I love you with my whole heart. I really and truly do. But this is who you are. A cuckold. And I love that you are. And we need this.”
I slid down his body taking the covers with me so that we were both lying there naked. I held him and looked in his eyes as I licked slowly up his little shaft. It didn’t take me long to reach his little head and I wrapped my lips around it for a just a few sucks and then stopped.
“We need this. I need this. You know that. I need to have sex with other men that I can actually feel inside me. Men ... black men that can fuck me and make me scream like that woman screamed.”
I watched him closely while i slowly slid him back into my mouth. Sucking ever so slowly.
“Did you like the way she screamed with pleasure?”
“Yes.”
“Wouldn’t you like to hear me scream like that?”
“Yes.”
I smiled really big.
“Because you’re a what?”
“A cuckold, Lexi.”
I slid back up his body and put him back inside me and sat still again.
“Yup. You are. You know what?”
“Robert is way bigger than that guy. And he’s a lot darker.”
“And you know what else?”
He just stared. I wiggled my butt a little with him still inside me.
“I scream a lot louder.”
“Fuck, Lexi.”
“I do Steve. Robert is so big and he stretches me so much. God I just scream and scream and scream.”
I started to rise up and down slowly with my hands on his chest ... digging into his skin. This was really turning me on.
“Fuck Lexi.”
“You want to hear me don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I started to rise up and down more quickly.
“You want to see it don’t you cuck? You want to see Robert fuck my little pussy with his big black cock, don’t you Steve? You wanna hear how he makes me scream?”
Yes.
I started fucking him faster and faster. The whole thing was making me so hot.
I jumped off of him quickly. I rolled to his side and grabbed his hand and placed it on his straining dick.
“Masterbate, Steve. Stroke your little dick until you cum.”
“Fuck, Lexi. Please ... “
I held his hand and stroked it up and down. His little dick was wet with my juices and his little drops of precum.
“I’m not going to have sex with you again until you tell me you want to watch me. Until you tell me you want to watch Robert fuck me.”
“I did, Lexi. I said it.”
“Say it again.”
“I want to watch you.”
“Say it all.”
“I want to watch you and Robert.”
“All of it.”
“I want to watch Robert fuck you.”
I grabbed his hand and moved it. I straddled him again and started fucking him hard. Smiling down into his face. His eyes were locked shut. He was gripping my hips.
“As soon as you cum, I’m going to text Robert. Okay? Cum for me, baby. Cum inside me.”
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Exactly one week later:
“Text me when 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 love you!”
