<p>Last night your sex life changed forever. Some part of you knew it was coming. You suspected it was possible she’d cut you off the very first time she fucked her black bull.</p><p>She was so much different with him than she’d ever been with you. She came so much harder. He lasted so much longer. Plus, he was fucking her with a much larger cock than you possess.</p><p>You didn’t tell her, but there was something kind of arousing about the idea. You started to fantasize about it. You knew it was a little crazy, but you couldn’t help it. You found the notion of being banned from your wife’s pussy impossibly erotic. Of course, the reality was a little different.</p><p>Last night, your wife surprised you by appearing in the living room in a white satin nightie, white lace bikini cut panties, and a pair of white stockings. You thought she was getting ready for bed, but she was getting all dolled up for you.</p><p>“Come to bed, honey,” she said.</p><p>You hopped to your feet and practically skipped down the hall. Despite knowing that your wife found sex with you largely uninspiring, you never turned down a chance to fuck her. Sliding your cock into her pussy had gotten even more arousing since she found a black bull. Knowing that someone else regularly fucked her only made it more appealing to push your dick inside her.</p><p>You entered the bedroom to see your wife standing there with a naughty smile on her face. She urged you to come closer and then kissed you as her lingerie-clad body pressed into yours. The scent of her perfume drifted into your nostrils as you ran your hands over the silky material of her nightie.</p><p>“Someone’s excited,” your wife said with a smile as she unzipped your pants and wrapped her fingers around your stiff cock.</p><p>You groaned as she skillfully stroked you. You couldn’t wait to be inside her.</p><p>“Do you want to fuck me?” she whispered.</p><p>“Yes,” you answered. “Desperately.”</p><p>Your wife turned and climbed into the bed. She paused a moment to show off her ass in the lace panties. Then she rolled onto her side and looked at you.</p><p>“Get naked and get over here,” she said while patting the bed.</p><p>You stripped so quickly you almost fell over and cracked your head on the nightstand. You managed to find your balance, get the rest of your clothes off, and climb into bed next to your wife.</p><p>You kissed her eagerly and she kissed you back. She sucked gently on your tongue and stroked your cock as the soft satin of her nightie and the smooth nylon of her stockings pressed against your body.</p><p>“How long has it been since you fucked me?” she asked.</p><p>“Two weeks and two days,” you said.</p><p>“That’s a long time. Your little guy must be desperate to feel my pussy again,” your wife said as she stroked you. The smile on her face was joyfully devious. She took pleasure in referring to your cock as a “little guy,” though it was an apt description.</p><p>You reached between her legs, pulled aside her panties, and pushed two fingers into her pussy. She was soaking wet. She closed her eyes and moaned as you played with her.</p><p>“Does that feel good?” you asked.</p><p>“Yes,” she said before pressing her lips against yours. You fingered her as she pushed her tongue into your mouth. You moaned. So did she.</p><p>Then she uttered the words that marked a shift in the evening. “I’m not wet for your cock.”</p><p>“What?” you said. You thought you heard her wrong.</p><p>That joyfully devious smile crossed her face again.</p><p>“I’m not wet for your cock, honey.” She stroked you faster. You groaned involuntarily.</p><p>You knew something was going to happen. You wondered if her bull was on his way over, or waiting in the bathroom. You wondered if he’d already fucked her earlier in the evening. You wondered if she had another bit of sexy news to drop on you.</p><p>“What are you wet for?” you asked.</p><p>“I’m wet because I’m excited,” she replied.</p><p>“What are you excited about?” you asked. She wanted to draw it out a little. She wanted to tease you, to keep stroking your cock as your heart pounded while you waited for her to share whatever naughty news she was keeping a secret.</p><p>Your wife grasped your balls and squeezed them in a way that felt exceptionally good. She rubbed her finger over your taint and then stroked your cock a little more. She leaned in to kiss you. She kissed your neck. She nibbled your ear lobe.</p><p>Then she looked into your eyes and said, “I’m excited because I’ve decided that my pussy is going to be black only from now on.”</p><p>For a moment, you were confused. Then the realization sank in. Your cock surged to life. You could feel it get harder. Your wife could feel it throbbing in her hand.</p><p>“That’s right, honey. Your cock doesn’t get to fuck me anymore. The last time you fucked me was the last time you’re ever going to fuck me,” she said.</p><p>Your wife sensed you were on the brink of an orgasm and let your cock go. She played with your balls instead. She kissed you again.</p><p>“My black bull is the only man that gets to fuck me. My mouth is all his, too. He’s the only man that deserves the pleasure of a blowjob from me. You’ll have to live with handjobs and your own hand from now on.”</p><p>While you’d fantasized about it, you never imagined this would become a reality. The idea of never being able to have sex with your wife was shocking. You hoped she was teasing about that part, that she’d give you a pity fuck every once in a while.</p><p>“Why?” was the first question you managed to ask. Your brain couldn’t handle putting together a longer sentence.</p><p>Your wife laughed and said, “Do you really have to ask that question?” She looked down at your cock as her fingers wrapped around it once more. “I mean, look at this.”</p><p>You looked at your cock. You saw how her fingers were able to easily wrap all the way around it. You saw how only the tip appeared above her fingers.</p><p>“You don’t come close to his size, honey. You don’t come close to his stamina. You don’t come close to his skill,” your wife said, referring to her black bull.</p><p>She was right on all counts. He was considerably larger than you, he lasted considerably longer than you, and he fucked her better than you. Those were undeniable truths.</p><p>She stroked you slowly and kissed you. It was an intense, passionate kiss. It was sexy enough to wash away some of the confusion in your brain. It was replaced by the reality of being a small-dicked white cuckold husband.</p><p>“You understand why I’m black only now, don’t you?” your wife asked. “You understand that he fucks me better than you ever have. That’s been true since the first time his cock slid into my tight white pussy. The first time he bottomed out inside me I knew I’d eventually cut you off. I knew there was no point in allowing you inside me. I knew I’d only start to resent you.”</p><p>“I know,” you said.</p><p>You knew she was right. You started to see it over the past few months. You could see that she didn’t really want to have sex with you. You could see that she was only thinking about her bull as you fucked her. Once she experienced great sex, she had no interest in the decidedly below average fucking your small white dick offered her.</p><p>“He’s going to start cumming inside me, too,” your wife said. “I need it, honey. I need to feel his big black cock explode in my pussy. I need to feel him pump his load into my womb. I need to know that he’s filling me with his cum.”</p><p>You could tell she was getting aroused. Her breathing was heavier. Her eyes were closed. Her hips were moving involuntarily. She was thinking about him inside her. She was thinking about getting fucked by her bull’s big black cock. She was thinking about him while her fingers were wrapped around your little white dick.</p><p>“You’re thinking about him right now, aren’t you?” you asked.</p><p>“Yes,” your wife answered before letting loose a low, lusty moan. “I miss his cock. He fucked me yesterday and already I miss his cock. I can’t stop thinking about him fucking me bareback, either. I want it so badly. I want to feel his bare, big black cock slide into my pussy. It’s going to be like the first time all over again.”</p><p>Your wife squeezed your cock and collected the precum at the tip. She used it as lube and stroked you slowly. You could feel the pressure building in your balls.</p><p>“I expect you to clean up after him, honey,” your wife said.</p><p>She pushed her free hand into her panties and moaned. She played with her pussy and stroked your cock at the same time.</p><p>“I expect you to eagerly crawl between my legs and lick his cum out of me. I expect you to be a good cuckold and clean up after your wife’s bull.”</p><p>You’d fantasized about that too. You’d masturbated to videos of guys eating cum out of their wives. You’d lusted after it. You’d dreamed of doing it.</p><p>“I’ll be a good cuckold,” you said. You’d never been so aroused.</p><p>“You’ll eat his cum for me?” your wife asked.</p><p>“Yes, I’ll eat his cum for you,” you affirmed.</p><p>“Fuck, you’re a perfect husband, honey. You really are. I’m making you a pussy free cuckold and you’re not even putting up a fight. We really are made for each other,” she said as her hips writhed and she furiously rubbed her clit.</p><p>It thrilled you to make her happy. You knew all of this was inevitable from the first time she fucked him. You were surprised, but only by the timing. You knew she would banish you from her pussy. You knew she would make you clean his cum out of her. You knew your little cock couldn’t compete with his.</p><p>“I’m thinking about it, honey. I’m thinking about you crawling between my legs and eating his load out of me. I’m thinking about you cleaning my black only pussy of a hot, thick load from my bull. It’s so fucking hot!” your wife said. She was moaning louder.</p><p>You knew it was foolish to do anything but embrace your wife’s desires. You knew you’d fold eventually anyway. You knew that making her happy was the only thing in life that really mattered to you. You knew that she wanted to be black only, that she wanted her bull to cum inside her, and that she wanted you to clean it out. She wanted you to submit to being her pussy free cuckold husband. You wanted to make her happy.</p><p>“Are you close?” your wife asked.</p><p>“Yes,” you said breathlessly.</p><p>“I want you to think about it, too. I want you to think about eating his creamy cum out of my pussy. I want you to think about devouring his seed. Think about being a pussy free cuckold for me.”</p><p>You closed your eyes and thought about it. You thought about licking his load from her pussy. You thought about being denied access to your wife’s pussy. You thought about all your orgasms being from her hand or yours.</p><p>“I’m cumming!” you cried out.</p><p>Your wife stroked you faster. She stroked a load out of you. You doubled over in pleasure. The intensity of the climax matched any other you’d had. It was perfect, and her orgasm followed soon after.</p><p>After coming down from her climax, your wife smiled and said, “That was good, wasn’t it baby? Now that you’re a pussy free cuckold, you can expect to have lots more orgasms like that one.”</p><p>You knew she was right, and now you can’t wait for your next cuckold orgasm.</p>