I spent many years refusing my husband’s desire for me to cuckold him with a very well-endowed black guy.

It started after my husband stood next to a black work colleague at the urinals and glanced down, noticing how big his colleague’s penis was compared to my husband’s penis. From that day onwards, my husband tried to convince me to have a sexual experience with a black guy whose penis would be much bigger than his own, which I used to believe was a good size. He started bringing home interracial porn films of white women with exceptionally endowed black guys.

He also started buying realistic black dildos and vibrators; the first one was about the same size as his penis, then gradually getting bigger ones. He would use them on me while we watched the films. I started really enjoying the bigger dildos, and while we used them, my husband would ask if I was ready to be fucked by a black guy with a big cock.

In the heat of the moment, I would say, “Ooh. yes, yes.”

Then, the next morning, he would ask again, and although I was very curious about what it would be like, I would say it was just a fantasy, and that’s where it stayed.

I changed employment and slowly became friends with a black female colleague; we started talking about our private lives, gradually becoming closer. Then, one Monday lunchtime, we sat together talking about our weekend; she said she had met a new guy and that she stayed at his on Saturday night. She said that he had the biggest cock she had ever experienced, and he fucked her three times over Saturday night and Sunday morning.

She then asked me how big my husband’s cock is; I said about six inches, and she laughed and said ah, typical white boi. As the conversation moved on, she asked if I had ever been fucked by a black guy. I said oh no. Still, my husband has been trying to get me to experience sex with a black guy with a bigger cock than his own.

We went back to the office, and all I could think of was maybe I should take my husband up on his idea of watching a black guy fuck me.

On Wednesday, my colleague invited my husband and me to a party she was having on a Saturday evening; I accepted her offer, thinking nothing more of it.

We arrived at her house, where she was having a party. Her family is from the Caribbean; all but two others were black. As we entered the house, she gave me a glass of homemade rum punch, which was quite strong but easy to drink. My husband had orange juice as he was driving.

Connie, my friend, introduced us to others; one was her uncle, who had a really nice personality and was a little older than my husband and I. My husband is not a dancer. The uncle noticed I hadn’t been dancing, came over, and asked me to dance. I accepted. He took my hand, and we walked to where others were dancing. The music was reggae. After the initial few minutes, he put his hands on my lower back, slowly pulling me tighter to him; then, as we moved to the music, I could feel his cock pushing into my crotch. Ooh, it felt sooo good and so big.

As the party went on, I danced with him a couple more times, and each time, his cock seemed bigger. As the party wound down, Connie asked my husband and me if we could give her uncle a lift home. My husband said yes, no problem. We said our goodbyes and walked to our car; I got in the back, sitting in the middle of the seat. Del, the uncle, got in the front with my husband to give my husband directions to his house.

As my husband drove Del, the uncle started telling my husband how lucky he was to have such a sexy wife, as he was saying this and talking in more sexually explicit. He had turned in his seat enough, so he was slightly facing me. He then put his arm between the gap in the front seats, moving his hand slowly on my calves, moving slowly upwards towards my thighs. I noticed my husband adjusting his mirror so he could see what was happening; I opened my thighs not wide but apart, giving him slight access to my pussy.

 

To Be Continued…

 

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