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Black Cuckolds Love White Dick

by Samuelx on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

Do Black swingers and Black cuckolds exist? Do Black women experiment sexually outside their marriage with their man's consent? Can bisexual Black men be faithful to Black women? They sure can, ladies and gentlemen. Want to know how I know? I'm married to one. My name is Avaline "Ava" Nestor and I'm a young Black woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario....

Cuckolding

by KatieBoobs on Aug 31, 2020
Loving Wives

Cuckolding When I walked into the den, I found my husband engaged in a deep conversation with a young and energetic-looking guy. He immediately got to his feet when I walked into the room, but I immediately waved him back down to his seat. "Don't worry," I said, my slippers moving swiftly over the carpet, "don't get up, feel at home." "Katie," said my hu...

Inception Cuckold Pt. 01

by Alizered on Sep 10, 2018
Fetish

John and Danielle. Typical white couple living in America. Good jobs, nice house and John is secretly addicted to cuckold porn. Sound familiar? It should considering more and more people seem to adopt this fetish, but when couples actually cross that line and engage in cuckolding, the husband might stop and wonder how it all happened. Every cuckold couple ha...

A Cuckold's Diary Ch. 27

by Paul Pines on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

April 2013 LITEROTICA READERS, *PLEASE* READ THIS: I've posted more than two dozen chapters of this Cuckold's Diary on Literotica. Each time I begin by telling you that this story is about CUCKOLDING and about MASOCHISM. It is also about a very Loving Wife, who makes every fantasy of mine come true. But no matter how I phrase it, people still write to me a...

The Neighbour Pt. 05

by Robsound on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

Oscar just froze. Did Irene really expect him to drop to his knees in front of her lover? He started to lower himself slowly, assuming that she meant it since she hadn't laughed or told him it was a joke. "Just ignore her, she's just winding you up, how are you doing Oscar?" Tom shook Oscar's outstretched hand and entered the apartment. Oscar shook Tom's h...

A Cuckold's Diary Ch. 25

by Paul Pines on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

Chapter 25: Discovering Who I Am, and Always Was October, 2012 Preface: Please, dear Literotica reader, if you don't like stories about cuckolding, don't read this. It's about cuckolding. Honest, I wouldn't lie to you. But if you read it anyway, and you get to the end and go, "Holy shit, this story was about cuckolding!" and insist on giving it a low ratin...

Black Cock for Louisa

by cuckhusband70 on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

My story continues a few weeks after I found out that Louisa had been sleeping with Paul and the events that took over from then. At first I thought I was in control of her which enabled me to pursue my cuckold side. It proved that I was wrong, it became very clear to Louisa that she was now in control of me. The events that transpired changed us both whic...

Scent of a Cuckold

by cuckytoher on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

I lay on my side, my face level with her armpit. My tiny cock strained against the CB3000 I had been locked in for the past week. My fingers dove into her sloppy, wet pussy concentrating on finding the underside of the tiny nub that sent shivers down her spine. My nose and olfactory senses were consumed by her scent. A scent of sweat, sex, alcohol and cuck...

Interracial Conversion (BNWO)

by GoddessAhnzie on Dec 29, 2020
Interracial

My name is Alex, and I'm a small, girlish boy. I've always been short, feminine and kept to myself. I've had a girlfriend since high school, but just recently graduated college. We've been together about six years. Her name is Cassidy, and she's always been more outgoing than I. She's honestly a bit out of my league. She's a bombshell blonde with delicate cu...

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The Return of the Ex-Boyfriend

by JRRR on Sep 26, 2017
Loving Wives

It was a saturday in Autumn, and I was knocked out on the couch. The afternoon was dreary, as if the weather was reflecting the gloom inside my mind. A near-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's lay on the table next to me, reminiscent of an unsuccessful attempt at drowning myself. I was a healthy and wealthy man, thirty years of age, an IT consultant with a flour...