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A Cuckolds Duty

There came a rustling sound followed by my wife's moaning voice. The
sound of that voice whenever it moaned was much too familiar to me; it
always got me going anytime I listened to it. The room was dark and I
lay there on my back beside the bed trying to adjust my eyes to the
bedroom's darkness. Beside me the bed was shaking. I heard what sounded
like kisses. It was followed by a loud smack, then the sound of my wife
bursting into giggles.

It was late in the night. The glowing dial of my watch stated the time
as 02:27 a.m. My wife was in bed with her lover, Mr. Tibbs. He was a
black man in his mid-thirties, tall and with an impressive athletic
stature like that of an NBA player, and bore an uncanny resemblance to
that famous Black actor Sidney Portier?I guess that's why he gave
himself that name. I was lying on my back on a camp bed I had laid out
beside the bed, wearing nothing but my boxer shorts. I lay there and
went on listening to them, to the sounds they were making. My breathing
was growing heavy with excitement, and I could feel my 'little man'
starting to grow hard inside my shorts.

"You want me again, babe," came Tibbs' bedroom-like tenor voice.

"Ohhh yeah," answered Hailey, my wife. It was followed by the sound of
more kisses. I lay there and tried imaging which part of his body her
tongue and lips were wetting. "I want you all the time." Her voice was
low and sultry. "I hope you've got more juice for me. 'Cause I ain't
ready to call it a night yet."

"I've got all the juices in the world for you, babe."


My 'little man' stood within my shorts like a tent pole that would never
fall and I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking it. My video
camera lay on the floor beside my pillow. I'd filmed their fuck session
earlier on and now they were playing with themselves, it seemed they
were going to have another go at each other. I got the camera and stood
up from where I lay and turned the camera on, flicking the night-vision
switch.

There was my Hailey, sweeping locks of her short blonde hair off her
face when her head bobbed down between her lover's open legs. I moved in
closer and watched as her mouth sucked on his huge cock while her other
hand cradled his balls. He had two huge set of balls, bigger than any of
my golf balls, and a cock that just seemed to super-size my wife's pert
lips. She forced her mouth down to swallow him, muttering a groan each
time she did. She pulled back her lips and gave his prick a kiss before
swallowing it once again. I came around to the other side of the bed to
get a glimpse of Tibbs' reaction. He looked at the camera and flashed me
a winning grin.

"Your wife's got a nice pair of mouth, white boy," he said to me. "She
sure knows what to use it for."

"Yes sir, she does," I replied.

I had one hand holding the camera while my other kept stroking my
pecker. This wasn't Tibbs' first night with us, though for every time he
stayed in our home, something different seemed to happen. The home that
I'd always known since Hailey and I got married five years ago seemed to
undergo a different outlook?a different presence?whenever Tibbs was in
it. The first time I'd seen that massive tool of his, my jaw had
practically fallen to the floor. Every time he whipped it out to use on
my wife, I kept imagining how much punishment her pussy would be
undergoing ... but the moments I love most is watching him shoot every
drop of cum he had in that hole and then letting me to lick it clean.
His cum always tasted delicious in my mouth.


I return to the end of the bed filming my wife still working that black
cock with all the love in the world. I listened to her moan as she
licked her tongue from the bulbous head all the way down to the base,
and when she was done, took his balls into her mouth and rolled them
over her tongue. She gazed at me, into my camera's eye, fluttered her
eye lashes at me then smiled. She looked so beautiful the way she did.

Tibbs sat up and pulled her towards him. Their lips found each other and
they kissed fervently, passionately. His hand slipped between her legs
and fingered her pussy and she squirmed in his grasp while she kept on
stroking his big meat. He lay back on the bed and she straddled him. I
stood behind her, still stroking myself, holding back my breath and
listening to her groan softly as the head of his prick found the
entrance to her pussy and drove inside it.

"Oooohhhh ...Oooohhhhh," she moaned deeply as his cock went in halfway
while she lowered her ass down on him. Tibbs held her ass cheeks aside,
pulled his cock halfway out, then drove it back inside her. This
elicited further moans from Hailey; she was starting to enjoy herself
already. She rested on Tibbs' chest and I watched as she surrendered her
body to him. Tibbs took the controls like any brave captain would and
proceeded to bang the hotness out of my wife's cunt.

Within minutes her moans became wanton cries as their fucking went on.
Her ass cheeks bounced and shook from each slamming Tibbs gave to her.
She hurled dirty words at him in-between calling his name. Her words
seemed to drive him wild, inducing him towards punishing her cunt
further and further.

"Ohh yes! Oh God ... Tibbs! You're fucking me so good!"


"Oh yeah," Tibbs responded amidst groans from himself and the bed
suffering under their weight. He spoke to her with a school master's
stern voice. "That's it, bitch! Take that dick! Tell daddy how much you
love his dick!"

"Ohh daddy!" Hailey growled amidst moans. "Ohh daddy ... I love your
fucking dick that's fucking me so very fucking much!"

My hand too was quickening its stroking and I barely knew I too was
gasping in time with their fucking. I ran my tongue through my lips
every few seconds, not willing to take my camera's eye off from the
amateur movie I was filming. I was caught up in the ecstatic work-out I
was doing.

At the last minute, Tibbs pushed my wife off him and had her lay on the
bed with her face resting on the pillow. I caught a glimpse of his cock,
massive and sturdy and wet with my wife's pussy juice. Tibbs never wore
a rubber with my wife, though we both knew he was clean. Hailey lay
there gasping, still recuperating from the pounding she'd just gotten
when Tibbs returned for a second round. He came on top of her and Hailey
bit down on the pillow and gave a loud groan. Her hands squeezed the bed
sheets and her feet beat a drum-roll on the bed as Tibbs plunged the
head of his cock into her second hole.

I listened to my wife groan louder with each gasp of breath she exhaled
while Tibbs, unmindful of the hurt he was giving her, went on tearing
her asshole. He too was grunting heavy, but it was nothing compared to
the sight my video camera had of watching that shaft of his disappear
halfway into my wife's anal hole and then pull back out. He went on
fucking Hailey like that for the next couple of minutes until his grunts
grew louder and more forced and Hailey too gave a lengthy cry as her
lover emptied his load of jism inside her ass. I was stroking myself
like mad, watching unflinchingly as he stroked the last traced of
dripping cum over my wife's butt and then turned his snarling face
towards me.

"Gimme that camera, white boy, and come get to work here," he said.

He wrenched the video camera off my hands before I even got a chance to
say something. Though whenever he was around, it wasn't my place to say
anything or make any decision-like words; my only rule was listen and
obey, and obey I did. I dove for the bed where my lovely Hailey with her
ass sticking up in the air, gasping from the bout of ass-fucking she'd
just been given. Tibbs brought the camera's light on her ass for me to
see clearly and I held her ass cheeks wide apart and drove my tongue as
deep into her asshole that I could, slurping my tongue on her lover's
juice. Hailey's ass shook in response to my actions and she reached a
hand behind her ass and caressed my hair while I burrowed my face and
cleaned up every drop of cum that was there.

"Uuhhh ... honey, that feels so good!" Hailey panted in between gasps.

I cleaned every trace of cum that littered her ass cheeks and when I was
done slid my tongue downward to get at her pussy flesh. Hailey had
climaxed while being ass-fucked by her lover, and now, with my tongue
going to work on her, her body jittered and bounced till she exploded
with a second orgasm. This was the way she loved me getting her off. She
never ceased to praise my tongue and the way I used it on her. When I
concluded my purpose, I left them and rushed into the bathroom and
resumed my jerking off. I came in less than a minute, shooting my wad of
cum into the toilet bowl; goose bumps made the hairs on my arms and back
of my neck stand to attention while I did this. I washed my face in the
sink and flushed the toilet before returning to the bedroom.


Tibbs was having Hailey suck his cock clean when I came to join them. He
threw my camera back at me and slumped on the other side of the bed,
falling asleep minutes later, while I returned to where I'd woken up by
the foot of the bed. Hailey rubbed her fingers on my chest, asked me how
my cumming had been.

"It was fun," I said, and really it always was for me.

"Did you enjoy watching him cum in my ass?"

"Yes, I very much did."

Although it was dark and I couldn't make out her face, I could tell she
was smiling. "I'm glad you liked it, darling. I'll see you in the
morning. I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered to her before she turned away from me and
went to rest her head on her lover's torso. As for me, I turned to sleep
on my shoulder. In my dreams I replayed the sight of Tibbs cumming
inside my wife's anal hole and wished it had been my mouth he had cum
inside instead. Come later tomorrow, I would transfer the video
recording into my computer and download it into the archives of a
cuckold forum I'm a member of. Other husbands there will go crazy once
they set their eyes on this tape. Other black brothers too will be
sending me messages, wanting to be next in line to screw Hailey. She
loved the attention as much as I do, though for now I know she'll be
sticking with Tibbs till otherwise.

All of these on my mind, I too soon fell asleep.

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Misty Danbridge had her morning cut out for her the minute she woke up:
she would go wake the kids up, Tommy and Paul, listen to them grumble as
she coaxed them towards heading into the bathroom to shower up before
returning to the bedroom to whisper to her husband to wake up. This was
the typical way he preferred being woken since he usually spent his
evenings consuming glasses of bourbon and sometimes plain Coors with his
work buddies down at the Sandpit bar. Having done that, she hurried out
of her night gown and beat her husband to the shower. She had little
time to put on her clothes, which she usually did while hurrying down
the passage to see how well her little boys were going with theirs. A
quarter of an hour would have gone by when they'd be in the kitchen with
her making breakfast. Her husband, Fred, who when done with his
scrambled eggs and bacons usually picked up his cup of coffee and headed
to their patio outside to observe the neighborhood while he sipped from
his mug.

Fred Dandrige was a thickset man in his forties with brooding features
and a distrustful sense of the word. His cynical nature so ingrained in
him, he kept his temper on a short leash and he had a sarcastic word for
just about every man, woman, and child on the planet than he could think
of nicer ones. He would gladly have preferred some drops of whisky in
his coffee but knew that would alarm Misty if she found out. There he
stood leaning against the balcony of his patio, sipping his coffee while
watching the world go by, when he looked across at his neighbor?s home.

There was Kevin Bundlit standing by the front door of his home, looking
like the smug tax lawyer that he was, kissing that fine-looking wifey of
his (what was her name again? Hailey, I think), saying something to her
then leaving her and walking towards his Toyota. Kevin must have noticed
someone watching him as he turned to face Fred and waved a hand at him
before sliding into his car. Fred had his wave at half mast then feeling
stupid, lowered it down and watched his neighborhood friend reverse out
of his driveway then drove off from view. His eyes followed the trail of
his car then he returned it to his wife who still stood by the open door
... except this time she wasn't standing there alone.

"No fucking way," Fred muttered to himself, agog, nearly spilling his
coffee on his shirt.

There was his neighbor?s wife, Hailey by her front doorstep ... and who
was that tall, black man standing behind her, snuggling against her
hair? Yes, he was black, Fred was sure of it ... and yes, they were
snuggling against each other. The picture lasted only a few seconds
before Hailey returned into her home with whomever it was Fred had seen.
He was still standing there staring at their front door as if willing it
to open once again and for the two of them to pop out, at least reveal
to himself that he wasn't actually seeing things, when the front door
opened and there was Misty, dressed and ready for work, leading her
children out of the house. She noticed the surprised look on her
husband's face and tapped his arm.

"Honey, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I think I have," was all Fred could say as he turned to face her. "I
seriously think I have."

She waited, thinking he was going to say something else while her kids
were tugging at her handbag, grumbling that they would soon be late for
school.

"Oh well ...I'll be back by my usual time. Will see you later." She
kissed his cheek then turning to her kids led them towards her grey
Subaru. She would drop them at their school before driving to her place
of work at the State Municipal building.


Fran stood in her night gown with her house coat over it resting her
back against the kitchen counter as she struck a match and introduced
the flame to her cigarette. She sucked on her cigarette and flipped the
match away while she waited for her kettle to heat up on the stove. She
was a tall, angular woman in her early-thirties. Her hair was
platinum-blonde and cut in the shape of a pageboy's.

The fury of the sun was heating her backside from the windows, so she
left the counter and went to sit at the kitchen table and picked up the
newspaper she'd brought into the kitchen with her. She drew an ashtray
towards her elbow and crossed one long pair of lovely leg over the other
while she opened the newspaper and scanned its headlines insouciantly
while sucking on her cigarette. Bored with the headlines, she flipped
towards the pages that contained adverts and job searches. Three months
ago she had worked as an assistant curator in the city museum, but that
due to the city's budgetary cuts, that job was over for her. Her
husband, Cleo, didn't seem to be complaining though. He preferred her
being at home doing nothing except thinking of getting fat than having
her out there earning something. She grew annoyed with him whenever he
brought up such patronizing type of talk to her, and she knew it was no
use arguing the subject with him ...not when he was partly the reason
for her wanting to be out of the home often during the day.

There came a whistling sound and she turned in her seat and saw steam
smoking out of the kettle's spout. She went and turned it off, then
taking out a mug cup from a cabinet, poured some hot water into it to
make herself some tea. She was humming to herself while she did this,
and it wasn't until she took out the case where they kept the sugar
cubes that her humming died in her mouth and what came out instead was:
"Oh fuck!"

There wasn't a single cube of sugar in the container.

"Bloody, fucking shit!" she cursed aloud as she continued staring at the
empty bowl, thinking maybe several cubes would appear in it. She turned
around and inhaled a drag from her cigarette, her mind running riot at
what to do.

Then it clicked in her head?her neighbor next door, Hailey, ought to be
home. She would definitely have some cubes to share. Fran smoked her
cigarette before extinguishing it in the ash-tray, then tied the sash of
her house robe before stepping out of her house through the back door
and walked to her left towards her neighbor?s home.

There was cut out through the narrow bush that divided their homes and
as Fran went past it and approached their kitchen back door, her
footsteps slowed as she noticed a strange person in the kitchen. Still
she went and knocked on the net door. There was a black man seated by
the kitchen table flipping through a magazine, and Fran's first thought
was that he was taking a sort of break from fixing something in her
neighbor?s home ... but then she thought how come he sat there with no
shirt on except a pair of jeans and the way he sat looked like one who
owned the house.

"The door's open, come in," the black man said.

Fran opened the door cautiously and stood there by the doorway, ready to
scuttle if by chance the man happened to be an unwanted someone in their
neighborhood.

The black man sat lazily on the chair running his eyes all over her.
Fran felt naked under his stare.

"Excuse me, is Hailey around?"

"Oh yeah, she is. Just went inside to grab something, she'll be here
soon. Care to sit?" he kicked out one of the kitchen chairs for her.

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"Suit yourself."

Neither of them said anything. Fran's mind was jumping through hoops,
asking herself who this black man was and whatever his relationship to
Hailey was when seconds later, her neighbor came into the room, startled
but happy to see a familiar face.

"Why Fran, hi there." She came forward and embraced her friend. "I
thought you said you was going to drop by yesterday?"

"Sorry, I would have but had some cleaning-up in the house to take care
of." She indicated with her eyes towards her friend's guest and Hailey
immediately got what she meant and pulled her forward.

"Where are my manners, Fran, I'd like you to meet Tibbs, a friend of the
family. Tibbs, this here is Fran, a friend living next door."

Tibbs rose to his feet, his height and bulk was impressive and Fran felt
really intimidated by her presence. He smiled at her and gave her his
hand. "Please to meet you, Fran. Hope I didn't scare you earlier."

Fran shook his hand and said, "No, you didn't. I was only curious."

Tibbs kept his smile on his lips but said nothing. Hailey then stepped
into the conversation.

"What's up, Fran? You alone at home as usual?"

"You know how it is, Hailey. Anyway, I was wondering if I can get some
sugar cubes from you. I've run out of mine."

"Sure, sure, no problem."

Hailey went digging in one of her cabinet drawers and soon unearthed her
box of sugar and wrapped some in cellophane wrap and gave them to her
friend. "There you go. Hope those will be enough."

"More than enough, thanks. I'd better be heading back home, I left
something on the stove. I'll see you later." She cast a nervous eye at
Tibbs before turning to head out the kitchen door.

Hailey waved at her as she crossed over to her compound before coming to
join her lover. "Hey there, big boy," she sat across Tibbs' lap and
entwined her hands around his neck.

"Hey you," he replied before accepting her kiss. "Who's that fine-ass
friend of yours?"

"You mean Fran? She lives right next door to me."

"She seemed kind of shocked seeing me here."

"That's because she hasn't set eyes on you before. She's very warm and
nice, you'd like her."

"I think I will. But first, how about us taking care of this fine booty
of yours." He caressed her ass under his thigh and she giggled as he
stood up from the chair, lifting her up in the air like a bride and
carrying her into the house. The sound of Hailey laughing was everywhere.

Tibbs carried her up the stairs to the master bedroom that he'd been
staying since he came here and threw her on the bed.

"All right, you white, horny bitch. It's time I give you a taste of some
black medicine."

He began unbuckling the belt of his jeans but Hailey came forward on her
hands and knees and beat him to it.

"No, my darling," she cooed. "Allow me to get that done for you."

Her hands worked on freeing his buckle from its belt hole and then
grabbing the belt's leather skin with her mouth, she pulled it off his
waistline. Tibbs bent over her and caressed her ass which was sticking
out the sides of her micro pair of jeans while she undid his jeans'
buttons and out sprung his big, black tool. It's thick head dripped
pre-cum as she wrapped her hand around its girth, feeling its veins
throb in her skin. It was only during the day when she looked at it that
she felt amazed by the size of his cock; it made her gush with wetness
just from looking at it and inhaling its natural fragrance. She kissed
his cocks head, lapped her tongue over the sides, before opening her
mouth to consume more of him. The room was now filled with the sound of
her mouth slurping over his black cock and moaning in her throat as
well. Tibbs managed to force her shorts down her thighs and smacked her
ass, spurring her to suck him harder. He licked his fingers then leaned
over her backside and inserted them into her pussy. Hailey whimpered at
the same time wiggled her butt as her lover finger-fucked her like that.

Hailey paused to take a deep breath before swallowing his cock once
more, fighting to get as much of his shaft down her throat. She ended up
gagging on it like she always did and tears fell from her eyes, still
she felt exhilarated by it. Tibbs held his meat in his hand and held her
chin in his other hand and smacked her face with his cock, leaving slimy
welts on her cheeks.

"Gimme that cock!" she moaned. "Oh God, please, give me that cock of yours."

"Oh I'm gonna give it to you, bitch. Turn your fine self around, let me
see that white ass of yours."

Hailey wiggled her jeans shorts off her legs and kicked them across the
room then turned around and presented her bum towards her man. Tibbs
gave her ass cheeks light slaps, savoring the way her flesh bounced and
twitched from his touch. Tibbs smacked her ass till it turned red, and
Hailey yowled from each one he gave her; his cock stood straight like a
spear from his waistline. When he felt ready, he grabbed her by her hips
and pulled her towards him. Rubbing the head of his prick up and down
her pussy walls, he introduced it into her love nest and Hailey's hands
squeezed the bed sheets and she groaned from the experience.































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