Madison sat reading the book that her husband ordered for her online a few weeks ago for the second time. She sat on the living room sofa dressed in black lingerie that Ted bought her along with her favorite fluffy slippers. The book was about the subject of cuckoldry. A subject that Madison just learned about during a discussion recently with her husband Te...
I was a willing cuckold now. Not only had Chet fucked my wife almost all night long; I had cleaned up her pussy each time he had cum in her. When we awoke, I expected all of us to be satiated and ready to return home. For me, it was a mixture of exhaustion and nervous energy. It was a strange feeling. If I expected to have any regrets, Chet and Meredith cert...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. I got up the next day, did some minor house cleaning, went shopping, and planned on visiti...
CHAPTER 1 I am an extreme lifestyle cuckold. My wife Lucy has a regular black lover, and regularly parties with others, at home an at the club. All her friends do too. We don't have time for a life outside cuckolding, except I go to work to pay the bills during the weekdays. I never make love to my wife. In fact she never touches me in a sexual way at all....
This is a nice big comfortable car thought Sabrina, as her head bobbed up and down on the big thick black cock she was gobbling. She could feel the cockhead throbbing at the back of her throat each time her red painted lips slid down its length, and she knew that this stranger who had bought her drinks all night and given her a lift home from the club was re...
The alarm assaults my ears so my hand returns the favor by smacking it. Time to get going. In the shower, I decide to have a quick play with myself and my vibrator. A little bit of me time before I have to get my son ready for school and go to work. Between spending time with my son Max and my job as a lawyer, I didn't have much time for dating, so I take wh...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. The phone rang, once, twice, three times and then I heard James voice from the other end....
The guest's bedroom was pitch dark except for the lighted digital clock on the dresser. Sam had been watching the red colored numbers change for the last forty-five minutes. That's when Sam looked at the clock for the first time after his wife Julie had shut the light off and closed the door. Sam still had the vision of Julie wearing the bright red skimpy d...
Foreword I have been told that I am not so much a cuckold as I am a wittol. Wittol is defined as; a man who knows, condones and even encourages his wife's enjoyment of coitus with another man or men; a contented cuckold. I cannot remember when I first started getting the urge for my girlfriends, ex-wife, even my current wife, CJ, to flirt with other men an...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. * Thursday I received a e-mail from David, he would have seen my comments about Carla's Z...