This story should serve as a cautionary tale to the married white men reading this. This is the story of how I lost the woman I love to a man with a huge black cock. Before we get into it, I’ll lay out a little background for you.
I’m Mike, and I’m 36. My wife is Erin, and is 32. We’ve been married 5 years and don’t have any children. I’m an average build 5’10” and my wife is 5’2”. She’s got a body that always made me wonder why she picked me. Blonde hair, and large high breasts. Slim waist, wide hips with a perfect ass.
I began to suspect something was going on with my wife when I started to receive anonymous picture texts. A blonde head from above with a black cock in its mouth. A tongue covered in cum. Things like that. I’d get one almost every day, but there was never anything particularly identifying about any of them. Other than my wife was matching blonde like the pics I got. The mouth looked similar too.
This went on for a while, day after day. Eventually I had about 30 or so of these pics. One day before the wife was home I was scrolling through them. Not really doing anything other than treating it as porn. By this point I’d convinced myself it was somebody who’d made a mistake and was sending them to the wrong number.
I’m laying in bed bed jerking off to these pics for a couple reasons. One - If I’m honest I’d always found the idea of blonde women and black men arousing. Certainly Erin had always attracted every black guys glance. Two - Erin and I hadn’t had sex of any sort in quite a while. And Three - I liked to pretend this was my wife in the pics, taking this huge cock and swallowing cum. Don’t judge me, we all have fantasies.
I looked at the pics and dreamed and jerked my little white dick. Not tiny but a respectable 5 inches. Nothing like the monster in the pics. It was close to a foot long and almost as thick as a coke can. The second I came in my hand, I came to a realization. These pics, they could be my wife.
Not in the fantasy sense, oh this blonde is my wife. No really her. It hit me that every one of these pics was positioned in a way that her identifying features were hidden or cropped out. My wife had tattoos, and the picture girl never showed those body parts. No upper back, no hip, no ankles. I checked every pic. Everything was there except her face and those places. It wasn’t proof but fuck it felt incriminating.
When she got home from work I decided to confront her with the pics. Her response left me more confused than ever though. She tried to hide it but I could tell she was scared, confused and flustered by the pictures. She blamed it on some random wacko and insisted I change my phone number. The next day I started to get two pictures a day.
I needed proof. Maybe eventually a picture would slip up but I couldn’t count on it. I started tracking her location on my phone. Work, home, grocery store. Sometimes the mall. I realize that’s where her phone was and not necessarily her but that’s the best I could do. I knew most of her passwords and checked her accounts, again nothing.
I needed to keep an eye on our bedroom while I was at work. I couldn’t be around all the time, and if I was she’d just go somewhere else anyway! That’s when I realized I already had the solution. Two years before my wife’s younger sister had been staying with us in our spare bedroom. So I did the sensible thing and bought a spy cam for that bedroom. A fancy clock radio with a hidden camera. It had been expensive but it did everything! It recorded when it detected motion and could even upload its footage to a server.
Yes it was immoral of me to record her sister, but you wouldn’t judge if you could see her. And I got some great footage of her too. For a year all I did was jerk off to Erin’s sister. She was a younger, fitter, hotter version of my wife who was already way out of my league. I went to find the spy cam and it was gone! I panicked a little internally but then had an idea.
I went to my computer and accessed the server. Maybe it was plugged in and transmitting somewhere else. It was! It was sitting in my wife’s office at work. Oh thank god. This spy cam was really a marvel. For a monthly fee it streamed data over cellular to a server that kept everything it captured on file. It really was amazing. And it’s how I caught my wife.
I started looking through the files that had been recorded. There were two each day, one big one where the wife was mostly busy working for 8 hours. Another smaller one where a cleaner came through the room in the evening. I watched through the large file. Mostly it was boring HR shit. Phone calls. Paperwork. Her working. But the second he walked through the door I knew this was it.
He was about 6’3” late 20s and very black. Thin and muscular and dressed in a pair of grey coveralls. He walked in the door and locked it behind him. And my wife froze. I paused the vid, I knew something was about to happen and my heart lurched. I went and double checked that Erin was sleeping before I watched any further. She was, good. I went and sat back at my computer.
The black man stepped towards her desk “come here snowbunny,” gesturing with a finger.
Erin sighed loudly, “how much longer are we going to do this?”
The man smiled, “as long as it’s entertaining to me. I got you on video making that racist ass joke to your friend, you ain’t got no choice bitch.” He waggled his phone at her. “You’d be fired in a heartbeat anyone found out about this. Never work in your field again. A racist HR lady in this day and age.”
My wife sighed and stood up and walked towards him. “Let’s get this over with.”
“You know the drill bitch, panties off” he sneered.
Erin reached under her dress and pulled them off, dropping them on the desk next to her. Meanwhile the black man unzipped his coveralls. He was nude underneath I could see. Fuck even soft he was huge. Fuck.
“Show me you’re a good little snowbunny, baby” he said reaching out for her.
She stepped into his arms and they started kissing. Not little love pecks either but tongues inside each other the whole time. He’d taken off her panties so he had access to her pussy, under her dress. As they kissed he toyed with her. There wasn’t much to hear on the video but I could tell she was aroused, practically humping his hand as they kissed.
He guided her hand to his cock which rapidly grew as she stroked it. Fuck it was huge. She looked so tiny next to this man. The kissing and touching went on and on. And then he broke the kiss and led her to her chair. He stripped down the coveralls and sat down.
He leaned back, “suck it snowbunny. Get you some more black meat”.
My wife dropped to her knees without a word and started bobbing her mouth on his huge black cock. On the video he got out his phone and started taking pictures. I’d gotten one of these earlier. A huge black hand holding a blonde head down on his cock. I was simultaneously horrified and terribly aroused. I took my much smaller cock out and watched and stroked.
He guided her up and down his length, up and down he forced her. Down into her throat over and over. I got the sense this had been happening a lot. She seemed way more competent than she had the last time she blew me. He started fucking her face faster and faster, until suddenly he groaned and started cumming. She milked it all out of him and then stopped looking up at him.
“Show me bitch,” he said pointing his phone at her. She showed him the mouth full of cum. “Say the line and then swallow it.”
With a mouthful of cum and the camera in her face she said with difficulty “I’m a black cock slut, and my husband is a little dick cuck.”
“And?” He said menacingly.
“Snowbunnies like me love to eat nigger cum.” She looked down ashamed.
He grinned at her shame, “you may swallow now slut.”
She swallowed and said, “thank you sir.”
The black man patted the top of his bare thigh, “your turn snowbunny.”
My wife stood up and straddled his long muscular thigh. Hiking her dress up again, she squatted a bit so her bare pussy rubbed against his leg. While he watched her, she slowly ground against his leg. Slowly at first and then with more speed and enthusiasm. Masturbating herself against his leg. At first I couldn’t hear what she was saying but as she sped up it because clearer.
“I’m a good snowbunny, snowbunnies cum for black men.” She repeated it over and over aloud while she fucked herself. Until finally with a shudder I knew personally, she collapsed against the black man. When she’d recovered she stood up again and started licking his leg clean. I got the sense this had happened many times before. She acted like a well trained dog around him.
When she finished, without a word he got up dressed and left. Erin locked the door behind him and cried at her desk for a while. I was horrified by what I had just seen. And I had cum all over my pants without noticing. There were dozens more files to look at.
If you have suggestions or requests for the series, please consider messaging me or rating this story. Please, don’t be shy. I write my own fantasies and the idea that other whiteboys like me are getting off to them too is…. Incredibly hot.
I’m Mike, and I’m 36. My wife is Erin, and is 32. We’ve been married 5 years and don’t have any children. I’m an average build 5’10” and my wife is 5’2”. She’s got a body that always made me wonder why she picked me. Blonde hair, and large high breasts. Slim waist, wide hips with a perfect ass.
I began to suspect something was going on with my wife when I started to receive anonymous picture texts. A blonde head from above with a black cock in its mouth. A tongue covered in cum. Things like that. I’d get one almost every day, but there was never anything particularly identifying about any of them. Other than my wife was matching blonde like the pics I got. The mouth looked similar too.
This went on for a while, day after day. Eventually I had about 30 or so of these pics. One day before the wife was home I was scrolling through them. Not really doing anything other than treating it as porn. By this point I’d convinced myself it was somebody who’d made a mistake and was sending them to the wrong number.
I’m laying in bed bed jerking off to these pics for a couple reasons. One - If I’m honest I’d always found the idea of blonde women and black men arousing. Certainly Erin had always attracted every black guys glance. Two - Erin and I hadn’t had sex of any sort in quite a while. And Three - I liked to pretend this was my wife in the pics, taking this huge cock and swallowing cum. Don’t judge me, we all have fantasies.
I looked at the pics and dreamed and jerked my little white dick. Not tiny but a respectable 5 inches. Nothing like the monster in the pics. It was close to a foot long and almost as thick as a coke can. The second I came in my hand, I came to a realization. These pics, they could be my wife.
Not in the fantasy sense, oh this blonde is my wife. No really her. It hit me that every one of these pics was positioned in a way that her identifying features were hidden or cropped out. My wife had tattoos, and the picture girl never showed those body parts. No upper back, no hip, no ankles. I checked every pic. Everything was there except her face and those places. It wasn’t proof but fuck it felt incriminating.
When she got home from work I decided to confront her with the pics. Her response left me more confused than ever though. She tried to hide it but I could tell she was scared, confused and flustered by the pictures. She blamed it on some random wacko and insisted I change my phone number. The next day I started to get two pictures a day.
I needed proof. Maybe eventually a picture would slip up but I couldn’t count on it. I started tracking her location on my phone. Work, home, grocery store. Sometimes the mall. I realize that’s where her phone was and not necessarily her but that’s the best I could do. I knew most of her passwords and checked her accounts, again nothing.
I needed to keep an eye on our bedroom while I was at work. I couldn’t be around all the time, and if I was she’d just go somewhere else anyway! That’s when I realized I already had the solution. Two years before my wife’s younger sister had been staying with us in our spare bedroom. So I did the sensible thing and bought a spy cam for that bedroom. A fancy clock radio with a hidden camera. It had been expensive but it did everything! It recorded when it detected motion and could even upload its footage to a server.
Yes it was immoral of me to record her sister, but you wouldn’t judge if you could see her. And I got some great footage of her too. For a year all I did was jerk off to Erin’s sister. She was a younger, fitter, hotter version of my wife who was already way out of my league. I went to find the spy cam and it was gone! I panicked a little internally but then had an idea.
I went to my computer and accessed the server. Maybe it was plugged in and transmitting somewhere else. It was! It was sitting in my wife’s office at work. Oh thank god. This spy cam was really a marvel. For a monthly fee it streamed data over cellular to a server that kept everything it captured on file. It really was amazing. And it’s how I caught my wife.
I started looking through the files that had been recorded. There were two each day, one big one where the wife was mostly busy working for 8 hours. Another smaller one where a cleaner came through the room in the evening. I watched through the large file. Mostly it was boring HR shit. Phone calls. Paperwork. Her working. But the second he walked through the door I knew this was it.
He was about 6’3” late 20s and very black. Thin and muscular and dressed in a pair of grey coveralls. He walked in the door and locked it behind him. And my wife froze. I paused the vid, I knew something was about to happen and my heart lurched. I went and double checked that Erin was sleeping before I watched any further. She was, good. I went and sat back at my computer.
The black man stepped towards her desk “come here snowbunny,” gesturing with a finger.
Erin sighed loudly, “how much longer are we going to do this?”
The man smiled, “as long as it’s entertaining to me. I got you on video making that racist ass joke to your friend, you ain’t got no choice bitch.” He waggled his phone at her. “You’d be fired in a heartbeat anyone found out about this. Never work in your field again. A racist HR lady in this day and age.”
My wife sighed and stood up and walked towards him. “Let’s get this over with.”
“You know the drill bitch, panties off” he sneered.
Erin reached under her dress and pulled them off, dropping them on the desk next to her. Meanwhile the black man unzipped his coveralls. He was nude underneath I could see. Fuck even soft he was huge. Fuck.
“Show me you’re a good little snowbunny, baby” he said reaching out for her.
She stepped into his arms and they started kissing. Not little love pecks either but tongues inside each other the whole time. He’d taken off her panties so he had access to her pussy, under her dress. As they kissed he toyed with her. There wasn’t much to hear on the video but I could tell she was aroused, practically humping his hand as they kissed.
He guided her hand to his cock which rapidly grew as she stroked it. Fuck it was huge. She looked so tiny next to this man. The kissing and touching went on and on. And then he broke the kiss and led her to her chair. He stripped down the coveralls and sat down.
He leaned back, “suck it snowbunny. Get you some more black meat”.
My wife dropped to her knees without a word and started bobbing her mouth on his huge black cock. On the video he got out his phone and started taking pictures. I’d gotten one of these earlier. A huge black hand holding a blonde head down on his cock. I was simultaneously horrified and terribly aroused. I took my much smaller cock out and watched and stroked.
He guided her up and down his length, up and down he forced her. Down into her throat over and over. I got the sense this had been happening a lot. She seemed way more competent than she had the last time she blew me. He started fucking her face faster and faster, until suddenly he groaned and started cumming. She milked it all out of him and then stopped looking up at him.
“Show me bitch,” he said pointing his phone at her. She showed him the mouth full of cum. “Say the line and then swallow it.”
With a mouthful of cum and the camera in her face she said with difficulty “I’m a black cock slut, and my husband is a little dick cuck.”
“And?” He said menacingly.
“Snowbunnies like me love to eat nigger cum.” She looked down ashamed.
He grinned at her shame, “you may swallow now slut.”
She swallowed and said, “thank you sir.”
The black man patted the top of his bare thigh, “your turn snowbunny.”
My wife stood up and straddled his long muscular thigh. Hiking her dress up again, she squatted a bit so her bare pussy rubbed against his leg. While he watched her, she slowly ground against his leg. Slowly at first and then with more speed and enthusiasm. Masturbating herself against his leg. At first I couldn’t hear what she was saying but as she sped up it because clearer.
“I’m a good snowbunny, snowbunnies cum for black men.” She repeated it over and over aloud while she fucked herself. Until finally with a shudder I knew personally, she collapsed against the black man. When she’d recovered she stood up again and started licking his leg clean. I got the sense this had happened many times before. She acted like a well trained dog around him.
When she finished, without a word he got up dressed and left. Erin locked the door behind him and cried at her desk for a while. I was horrified by what I had just seen. And I had cum all over my pants without noticing. There were dozens more files to look at.
If you have suggestions or requests for the series, please consider messaging me or rating this story. Please, don’t be shy. I write my own fantasies and the idea that other whiteboys like me are getting off to them too is…. Incredibly hot.
