CHAPTER 4. A BIRD IN THE HAND... I knew I was to be cuckolded. It was now inevitability. My conniving wife would saunter past and wink, sway her gorgeous bum and wiggle when required. Yes I'd stupidly chase her down as she squealed and giggled pretending to flee. Our sex was now frantic and wild. I could barely hold out for more than thirty seconds, even th...
My name is Joe and this is my journey. I live with my mother who is 40 years old. My mum is 5 feet 8 in height and has blonde hair and a gym fit body. She went to the gym often and also does yoga. My dad left when I was young and my mum divorced him and took all he had. He was abusive to my mom and the court ruled that he she give her everything. Luckily for...
I am taking the time to write this to help other writers that find themselves drawn to interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. If you are like me, you find the theme of cuckoldry to be strongly erotic, especially when interwoven with black men and white wives. Why this combination in particular? Perhaps it is the vision of a thick black cock being nursed b...
Hi I'm Dan, and this is the story of how I met my hot wife, Ria. It was quite a journey. It had been a difficult start to the relationship for both of us. I was a white Brit in his mid-twenties who grew up in the city and had plenty of sexual adventures. Whereas she was an eighteen-year-old South Asian student from India who was sexually naive. In fact I soo...
So the longer I work nights at the restaurant I have become a little more outgoing and my circle of friends has expanded a bit. Not really sure if they are true friends or just using me for my toe sucking/foot worship skills. I have accepted my new nickname of T.S. (toe sucker) and kind of wear my name tag with pride. I still lust after my bestie Abbie and h...
What does it mean to be a cuckold? It actually means many different things to different cuckolds. But let's start at the beginning: The truth vs. the Truth. The Truth, or an absolute Truth, is actually unnamable, or rather it exists, but when you try to interpret it and put words to it, it becomes one of very many truths, as many truths as there are peopl...
I could see nothing. Completely blinded by the hood, my other senses were heightened. I heard her every step. Also, the heavy, foreboding footfalls of the bull that she'd chosen to do this with. The bull that she'd brought into our bedroom. I could smell her shampoo and soap when she entered the room, and something else. His fragrance as well. A clean smell,...
Wanda Philogene here. I'm a young black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. Recently, I divorced my African-American husband Roger Stephens and hooked up with Sean Prescott, a tall, handsome white guy whom I met at the local hospital where I work as a nurse. Sean and I are lovers, and let me tell you, this white dude can d...
Author's note: Chapter 1 was my first submission on this site and I was taken aback by the strength of feeling expressed in the responses it has received. Sincere thanks to those of you who took the trouble to comment and especially those of you who sent a private message. I'm amused that some of those that hated it so much from the start read it through and...
Does a married, straight, heterosexual male like myself wake up one morning and suddenly decide to become a cock sucker? Of course not. Like most people I traveled a long and winding road to get where I am today. I have read a lot of explanations about why committed, heterosexual men become cock suckers, and have found that although there are some similari...