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I have to say it?s good to know there are other people out there living
the Cuckold lifestyle. Sandra and I are from the South of Atlana, have
been married six years and have a daughter together. I love my wife very
much indeed. As well as being a very attractive woman with a great
figure she is popular and fun to be with. There is nothing I enjoy more
than having her on my arm or of spending time with my family. With all
this in mind I?m pleased to say that Sandra is also a self-made slut for
black cock. She regularly sees other men with whom she has unprotected
sex and has even been incited into private gang-bang parties. It?s been
a long road I can tell you. I hope you will enjoy our tale.

Our secret life began twelve months ago when Sandra took black cock for
the first time. Up until then she had never been unfaithful and was
quite simply a devoted wife and mother. I?d known I would have to work
hard to persuade her to go to bed with other men. A woman needs more
than good looks to be a true slut. She needs to be completely willing
and ready for anything. Above all she needs commitment and to take
satisfaction in her performance. For my part this past year has brought
out all kind of emotions. Jealousy, fear, joy, anger and even
resentment. All in the knowledge that I had encouraged my once loyal
wife to go out on dates with black men whom I know give her a far better
seeing to than I ever could.


Sandra was 27 at the end of last year and the envy of many of my
friends. A wonderful woman with flawless white skin and straight, dark
hair just above her slender shoulders. At a little over 5,7 her figure
is delightful and curvy with a trim waist and flowing hips. I?d say her
long, smooth legs and rounded thighs are perhaps her sexiest attributes
although Sandra?s 38DD cleavage captures the attention. You might have
guessed already that I am the type of husband that has always liked
other men looking at his wife. In effect, to ogle her gorgeous body. Be
she in a bathing costume or cocktail dress Sandra catches the eye. Even
before we began our lifestyle I always knew she had what it took to be a
slut wife. A desirable figure is first on the list. Not that she was an
extrovert or exhibitionist. More quietly confident as they say. I know I
should be grateful that she is now so willing to please me. Sometimes a
husband just knows.

As is often the case, it began low-key. Whenever we went out together I
would encourage her to dress provocatively. I loved seeing Sandra in a
short skirt and high heels, though in the beginning she was unwilling to
go quite as far as I would have liked. Especially if we where with
friends and she would find it embarrassing or uncomfortable. The wedding
band on her finger was a serious tie for her. Sandra had a good, strong
family of her own and I provided well for her. Being well spoken and
only makes the black cock even harder. A Christmas party was the first
time I ever got her to dress like a whore. Having said ?No? for years
she at last agreed when she saw how much it meant to me. The short
outfit I had bought her months ago able to be worn at last. I?ll always
remember that night. It was such a turn on. Especially seeing how
self-conscious she was about showing off her gorgeous, waxed legs. So
short she was pulling nervously at the hem. That night at least three
twenty-something men tried to chat her up and she was forced to tell
them she was married. How they must have looked and taken her for a
slut. Something that in those early days, was a long way from the truth.


My fantasy stretched further and I won?t lie to the fact that I dreamt
even then, of watching another male fucking Sandra while I watched. I
thought about it at work, at home and especially when the two of us
where on holiday. My perverted mind drawing pictures on paper pads and
using the family photos I had of her on my desk to design all sorts of
twisted scenarios in my head. I imagined it would make me jealous. A
feeling I knew I would relish. Still, I knew I had to be sensible. The
risk of losing her too great, though I thought, somewhat painstakingly
about bringing a young stud into our bedroom for real. Determined that
it should not be someone we both knew. Yes, I know what your thinking. I
was playing a dangerous game but I really wanted to make her happy.
Telling myself that it was all for her. I waited until our anniversary
to ask her and as an added incentive I bought her the most expensive
necklace I could afford. I made an effort. Flowers, dinner, present. The
look of love on my wife?s face mirrored in my own. When I put it to her
I saw those dark eyes drop. Her heart sink. For a moment I thought I had
lost her. Then, wiping a tear from her eye she said she would. For me.

One night I was on the net. I?d read letters and stories. I knew my wife
would go to bed with another man for me and the notion was driving me
on. I?d heard and seen white couples advertising for other men. Often
black males and in light of this I happened to be on an interracial
site. How fateful that would be. Cuckold type relationships where real
and out there. I read the tales with awe. Women being fucked by strong,
dominant men as they held their husbands hands. To be honest I?d never
thought of black men seeing white women as an issue. Maybe because I
hadn?t really thought about it. In the stories I?d read the men where
always well hung and seemed to enjoy using white women in some sort of
racial gratification. Still I found myself in a chat-room and in no time
was talking to a fellow American.


His name was Real Man. The same said it all and he quickly announced
himself as a true ?Bull?. When he asked me what my interest was I didn?t
lie. I had to admit that it was the reason I was there. Maybe I hadn?t
realized it fully but he had. We chatted some more. Eventually he told
me that he cuckolded several white, married couples in the US and
traveling for him wasn?t an issue. Especially if he got to meet women
who were ?worth it?. He asked if my wife had been ?blacked? before and
that I send him some photos. Luckily I had some of our last years
holiday in Spain on the computer where she had bought and worn a orange
bikini top that was slightly too small for her. I had kept the pictures
for myself though this was the first time anyone other than ourselves
had seen them. A few days past then the email came. ?Hasim?s? admission
was forthright and gave me palpitations. His email simply read.
?Enjoyed the pix very much. Would love to fuck your wife for you?.

The words hung with me. I even posted an introduction on a Cuckold
forum. Detailing how I was in the process of introducing my wife of six
years to a black bull. The response was terrific. People from all over
offered support. Questions as far ranging as whether I would let her
fuck without birth control to how we had come to this point in our
relationship. Of course my mailbox had messages from other black men
who, incensed by white pussy wanted more information with a view to
meeting Sandra themselves. Several said that they too, saw several
couples and where looking for new sluts to fuck. I sent the bikini
picture of my wife out several times. It felt good to be sharing her
already and to know these studs would be getting hard over her. Of
course I still hadn?t told Sandra of my progress or of the number of
people who now wanted to know how she would go on their first ?meet?.


After a fortnight I told Sandra about Hasim. I?d heard from him several
times too though I was pleased he was willing to give me time to decide.
It showed that he appreciated how difficult this could be. Another photo
he sent was evidence that he had a good figure. Muscular which I knew
Sandra was certainly attracted too with dusky, Arabic looks. He was of
Algerian decent and I put him at late 30?s. I in turn had sent him more
pictures of Sandra. It turned me on. Somehow I was sharing my family
with a stranger and it made me excited. Hasim added that he had printed
out the bikini picture I had sent and had it stood next to his computer.
His comments always drove me on. That he?d had sex with over 10 white
women, many married and could satisfy Sandra in ways I never could. On
another he said how lucky and undeserving I was to have such a great
wife and mother and how much he would enjoy fucking her in front of me.
It seemed he understood everything.

To be honest I wondered what she would have thought of much of it and to
make it easier I took her out for dinner. The idea I would see her with
another man for the first time becoming a true reality for now I truly
did want it to come about. Still, she seemed unsure as I told her how
this black stud saw several other couples in the US. She looked as if
she hadn?t expected me to find her a black man. A ?Bull? and when I said
the term out loud I saw concern all over her face. Just what was I
getting us into. Sandra looked stunning that night. Looking back I
expect she dressed that way to please me. Though in the future I was
confident she would dress only to impress Hasim. I remember it well as
we held hands across the table. By the end of the evening she had agreed
to try it. I called our new bull that very night and offered him the
chance to bed Sandra that weekend. Giving him the good news in the
kitchen as my wife changed upstairs. His voice was full on the phone and
accented. Hearing him excited me and almost speechless I asked if he
could take her out on a date beforehand. He agreed, promising to have
her back early and we arranged a time when he could pick her up.

Saturday evening I brought home a thin, hugging gold cocktail dress and
some clear high heels. I knew full well the risk I was taking. Not only
sending my wife out with a stranger but heightening the chances that
someone might see them. Someone we knew. A friend or family member. The
outfit had caught my eye. Expensive and classy yet revealing as well.
After unpacking the box Sandra held the silky dress against herself in
the bedroom mirror. I could see her having second thoughts. They had
lasted all week. She didn?t want another man. Was worried for our family
and our relationship.
?Peter? she said ?do you really want me to do this?? I couldn?t answer
and to her credit Sandra already knew. She turned back to the mirror,
took the outfit and began to change.

Hasim rang the doorbell at 7.30. He was right on time and by then I was
nervous and excited. Helping Hannah with some homework as her mother got
ready for a date with a big, black bull. Sandra had spent several hours
after tea in our bedroom and I hadn?t seen her. When I went in she was
sitting at the dresser, her back to me, wearing the dress and the shoes.
The room rich with perfume. I noticed immediately she had left condoms
on the bedside table.
?He?s here? I said, prompting her to stand to take her black velvet coat
from the wardrobe. Sandra?s body looked magnificent in the dress. As
good as I had ever seen her. Her crisp face, ruby lips and dark,
sparkling eyes. The slim, wafer straps causing the low, gold dress to
hang almost erotically on her shoulders. She was too good for this and
my erection began to grow. Sweat on my palms. The outfit looked perfect
against her lush, white skin. Dressed for black cock.
?I?ll see you later? she smiled.


Even with the high heels he was about 3 inches taller. Following her
downstairs with his eyes was this tall, muscular black man. Wearing a
casual jacket and trousers. His hair cut short and a firm, hard jaw. The
glint in his gaze was there to see and he looked at my wife with a
suitable smile on his face. Sandra put out her hand. Full in the
knowledge that she would be going to bed with him later.
?I?m Hasim? he said, his voice smooth and composed with only a light
accent. He liked her. Maybe he saw full well how she wasn?t truly the
slut he had expected and that excited him.
?Sandra? she replied. I was so excited but I took a back step, enjoying
the sight of them together. She was nervous and still so unsure. It was
obvious.
?Your look beautiful? he added.
?Thank you?.

Sandra smiled politely but she was in for a surprise. Her evening only
just about to begin.
?Maybe the two of you should get going?? I said. My voice dry.
?There?s just one thing?. I held my breath as the imposing bull grinned.
He had perfect white teeth. His manners of before over with. Right then
I realized that he was here to do things his way. My wife glanced
sideways at me as Hasim ran his gaze up and down her figure. ?You have
such a beautiful body? he continued, ?but before we go out I want you to
go upstairs and take off your bra and panties?. I smiled and noticed my
wife swallow. She stood statuesque on the bull?s demand. His actions
making my cock harder than it already was.

?Alright?. Sandra turned and began up the stairs. She wasn?t used to
being spoken to like that. Maybe she realized that this man was going to
treat her far differently than any man had before. We both watched her
go. My wife?s ass moving neatly in the hot, tight dress. Hasim stood
hands in his jacket pockets. Throwing me a look that suggested he was
impressed with her effort.
?Where are you taking her tonight? I said sounding cheerful. So far
everything had been better than I?d dare hope.
?There's a restaurant I passed in town? he replied. ?I?ll need some
cash?. I had expected that and had some on hand. Hasim slipped the notes
into his wallet and nodded.
?Get her whatever she wants? I said.

Minutes later my wife returned and I could see a glazed, uncomfortable
look in her face. Her breasts moving explicitly as she came towards us.
Bobbing inside the silky, thin, gold dress. Her dark eyes averted both
of us. Handbag clasped tightly to her side. Shame in her face as we
hungrily examined her.
?Better? grinned Hasim, nodding and fully enjoying my wife?s tits. I
opened the door. The bull standing back like a gentleman and letting
Sandra through first. It was a cold night. ?I?ll have her back soon? he
said unable to contain how much he was looking forward to it. Hurrying
to the window I watched as the two of them went up the path. Hasim
opening his car door for her then walking around the other side to get
in himself. As he drove off I felt an excitement I?d never had before.


All evening I paced around the house. Seemingly looking at the clock
every five minutes.
My wife was with a black man.
My wife was on a date.
My wife was going to get blacked tonight.
How it dragged. I wanted to know what was happening. Where they where
and what was said. I poured myself a drink to calm my nerves, made my
daughter Hannah a super and put her to bed. When she asked what was
going on I almost told her. The desire to be truthful coupled with the
hope that Hasim would soon be very much a part of our family life. It
left me gasping. In essence of what we where doing. What I had
encouraged my special wife to do. When two hours had passed I knew they
would be well into the dinner. Was she enjoying it? Another hour ticked
by. I went to the Cuckold forum, adding a post that my wife was on her
first date. Congratulations where among the replies as well as questions
as to what Sandra was wearing.

Where were they I asked myself? 10:30 already. I nearly spilt my drink
when I finally heard voices on the path. It was time and my heart
pounded like no tomorrow. As quickly as I could I switched off the
lights in the lounge and went through to the hall. Sandra and Hasim
where on the other side of the glass, my wife struggling with the key. I
heard laughter, the door opened with a sudden cold gust. They both
looked as if she had expected me to be there. Contrary to the polite yet
stern way Sandra had left there was a smile upon her face. A calmer
glint in her eye that let me know right away that she had enjoyed her
evening. Knowing how my wife likes to be treated I could only assume
Hasim had been a total gentleman. That was about to change.
?Hello? she said, walking in, noticeably more merry than drunk though
undoubtedly relaxed by the alcohol in her body. Perhaps noticing my gaze
Hasim slipped a heavy arm around her waist and moved her towards him.

?How was your date?? I asked. ?Your new boyfriend take care of you??.
Sandra turned and looked up at Hasim. There was a confidence in his face
too.

?Oh yes? my wife smiled, her arm around his strong waist. As I watched
she tilted her head suggestively. Hasim lowered his and their lips met.
My heart was still throbbing as was my cock. Sandra slid her arms up
around his neck as their kiss became more urgent. Then almost
immediately there was a pause in Sandra?s eyes. A sudden realization or
moment of truth. She turned back to me, about to speak. Her dark,
beautiful eyes giving up how much she wanted to stay faithful. Of course
our new bull after an evening staring down my wife?s dress was in no
mood for games. He didn?t see the change in Sandra and was here for one
thing only.

?You?ve been looking forward to this I?ll bet? he said. His voice showed
no wavering. He was sober and composed and I guessed he was very horny
too. Particularly after tasting her lips. ?Such a fine woman. I couldn?t
wait to get her home?. Hasim hissed the last words, his tongue sliding
over his big, thick lips. Sandra looked up at the taller man in fond
recognition but her face changed as he gently parted her coat and put
his hand on her breast. This was the hard part and my wife knew it. She
glanced down at the floor, this strong bull?s hand moving between her
breasts. Lifting and feeling each. Made easier without her bra. His dark
skin was offset perfect against her. Fingers thick. ?Yeah!? I could see
his impatience and the bulge growing in his trousers. He was changing,
becoming dominant. Sandra?s eyes where glazed and she gasped as her date
suddenly slid his hand roughly down inside the front of the dress. ?You
like another man feeling? your wife?s tits don?t ya!? he said, face
contorted as he thoroughly enjoying his role. Squeezing and groping left
and right with extra vigor.
?Yes? I croaked dryly, unable to take my eyes away.


?Adam?, Sandra swallowed and took a step back. Hasim moved with her.
?That not enough though? he rasped ignoring Sandra ?You want to see her
get blacked too?? I nodded, breathless.

The aggression in Hasim had caught me by surprise. Likely that he had
kept it under wraps throughout the meal. Sandra?s coat and bag lay on
the floor as I followed them both up the stairs. Her smooth white legs
looking particularly firm on the tall heels as she led the way. Hasim
felt her firm, round ass as she made her way ahead of him. The creaking
of the floorboards underfoot wasn?t enough to wake Hannah. Passing her
room we opened our bedroom door and went in. Our martial room is not
unusual. A large double bed, polished wooden furniture including my
wife?s dresser. Some framed pictures hanging on the walls and a French
window. On my bedside table was a shot of Sandra and our daughter
together with a wedding photo, looking beautiful in her long white dress.

Sandra turned to face Hasim with her back to the bed. There was
apprehension in her face. She gave a deep breath and took a step back. I
could almost feel the tension in the air as he roughly began unfastening
his pants, a dirty cruel smile on his face. ?Going to give you a
drilling? he announced, taking hold of her shoulders. As he did Sandra
closed her eyes, hands clenched. I watched with awe as he slid his
fingers under the strap of her dress and pushed it off her arm. First
one then the other. Until the thin garment fell off by itself. Tumbling
to around her waist and exposing her big tits at last. Hasim grinned and
looked at my slut wife?s perfect breasts. Her nipples round and flat.
?Watch this!? he said turning her to face me and groping each of them in
turn. ?You like that huh??
She stiffened, visibly shaken. ?You like that?? the bull repeated.
?Oh yes? I nodded, my cock as hard as ever.
?You watch now? he grinned.


In a sudden urge Hasim pulled off his pants. Taking off his jacket,
shirt and finally his underwear. Sandra watched dutifully. Her arms by
her side as his big dick bounced free. He was certainly hung and she
seemed moved by it. The shaft was particularly black and surprisingly
long. He was a bull after all. Looking at me again Sandra could easily
sense the aggression in Hasim. Perhaps it unnerved her. I?d never seen
my wife so distant. Even as her dress was pulled roughly down to her
ankles. Naked. Her face crisp as Hasim's eyes rolled all over her white
figure. His cock a dark and strong erection. Swelling up and up. We both
looked towards the dresser where the condoms lay. Obvious that he wasn?t
about to use them. This bull was here to use her and would fuck her
unprotected. By Sandra?s reaction he could have anything he wanted.


He laid Sandra back. A stiffness in her legs as he opened them and
exposed her sex. She looked up towards our bedroom ceiling as Hasim got
down on one knee. I watched as he pushed his mouth against her pussy.
Deciding to eat her before he gave her his black cock. With a groan
Sandra folded her arms across her chest, her new boyfriend in full flow,
his head moving and his tongue licking deep. This was unlike what I had
dreamed of. It was better. The black bull was ready to use my own wife
to satisfy himself. Leaning forward and planting his mouth over her
breast. Sandra sighed as he sucked her nipple, rubbing the other roughly
between his finger and thumb before groping heavily with his hand.
I glanced again towards the condoms. Surprised by the suddenness with
which he stood and quickly parted her legs back.
?Going to fuck you good? he grinned his arms pressed in behind Sandra?s
knees. Opening her up.

His tip found her hole and with a strained push forced her open. Sandra
grimaced, her tits rolling as he thrust forwards. She wasn?t used to
such a big dick. The contrast of her pussy to his cock was terrific. I
stood behind them. My eyes and heart willing that cock in. Knowing I
wouldn?t be happy till I saw it balls deep inside my wife?s pussy. Hasim
pushed her legs wider, further back over her head. They hung in the air
either side of him, the shapely calves torte and stiff with the high
heels fastened on tight. ?Yeah!? he sighed as he squeezed in, the ring
of her willing pussy spreading and accepting him. Slowly with maybe half
his cock he began to fuck, pushing again and again until he began to
slide between her lips. The bull had his spot now.


?Ohh!?? it was the first sound Sandra had made. Having Hasim's big,
black dick inside her was hurting. The thick veins running down the
underside as he struggled to get it up her. His desire to insert himself
fully taking over. The bull pausing to quickly feel her breasts again,
wiping the spittle from her nipple. As he slowly, perfectly thrust in
and out with almost three quarters of his length I willed in the last 3
inches.

He was rougher than I was. I saw the tears well in her eyes and the
strain in her face as he stretched her. Hasim was showing no mercy.
?Oh?Oh.. ? Sandra gasped out, her hands white as she grasped the bed.
The wedding ring catching my eye. A second followed. Something had to
give. It certainly wouldn?t be Hasim. His big arms planted behind my
wife legs, pinning them apart. ?Slap..slap..slap?? his balls met her on
each stroke. A welcome sound indeed. Using her deep in front of me. Her
breasts smacking and rolling together under the pounding. Sandra was
about to break. Then quite suddenly she closed her eyes tight and her
lips fell open. She came. Her legs stiffening as she croaked several
times. Hasim slowed his strokes to a stiff bonk. Making her hair and
body jerk. For several moments Sandra spasm, her legs rigid as her
orgasm came through.


He continued fucking my wife in front on me. His face was keen but set
with a fixed grin that revealed his satisfaction and pleasure. Sandra
was pained, her face pale, foreboding but the pleasure on her face was
quite obvious. Frequent and helpless groans spilling from her mouth.
Eyes tightly closed as Hasim stretched and used her. He pulled out,
laughing, rubbing his cock and eyeing my wife?s pussy with satisfaction.
Able to do whatever he wanted. With a fist around his girth our black
bull squeezed against her body, Sandra wincing as she felt his sliding
in. Up and up. Pushing her open and filling her. ?Oh yeah? Hasim grinned
as he repositioned his big arms behind my wife?s knees. Her legs well
spread, hanging in the air. Torte and stiff as he began to pound into
her pussy once more.

Breathing heavily he turned to look at me. ?Your wife?s a good fuck? he
said. ?Aren?t cha??, turning his attention to Sandra who was being
driven hard into the bed. With her teeth grit tight my wife?s hand
clasped the bed sheet. Her groans where real yet dreamlike, body
thrusting sideways as he laid in. Even her beautiful breasts rolled and
jerked under this wonderful fucking. How long had I looked forward to
this. The wet slap of heavy balls meeting my lovely Sandra again and
again. Ready to pump that potent seed up between her legs. He was firmly
inside and enjoying it.


?You like that big black cock?? I asked, surprising myself as I had
never spoken to Sandra that way before.
?Uhhnn!? Sandra?s eyes where still closed tight. Her cheeks lightly
tearstained. Hasim took over for me.
?Yeah?tell hubby? he gasped driving away. ?Tell him you like black cock?.
?Uhh?I..I..?.
?Tell him what you like!?.
?Black..cock..? Sandra gasped Hasim?s balls continuing to slap furiously
between her helpless legs.
?Give it to her? I felt myself say.

Sandra?s lips opened and her legs stiffened and jerked as she came
again. Hasim grinned and I watched his balls meet her several last
times. Her pussy sounded so wet. Accepting the inevitable now. Then in
haste the bull slid himself out, his dark meat slippery and wet with my
wife?s own pussy juice. Lurching forward the bull positioned himself
quickly over her, the first spunk, creamy and white leapt from his end.
Splattering onto her tits and squirting as high as her neck. It caught
me by surprise and I saw my wife sigh with relief. My eyes wide on the
liquid mess covering her white breasts. As last her eyes opened. Her
chest rising and falling. I hoped her pussy would still be throbbing. In
fact I knew it would be.
?Damn? Hasim said admiring his work and jacking his cock. ?Take a breath
because the next load I?m putting in your pussy?.

He went to the bathroom. Dick swinging before Sandra pushed herself to
her elbows. She was hot.


?You ok Sandra??.
?Yes?. The smell of sweat, sex and come was filling our bedroom. A wet
patch between her legs on the sheet. The sperm, thick and wet, sliding
and rolling over her skin. Glistening in the bedroom light. Still, her
hair seemed perfect and much as she had left earlier, the lipstick
pristine. When the door opened and Hasim returned she collapsed onto her
back. His dick was already hardening again. With surprising strength he
turned my wife onto her knees. Putting her ass up in he air and making a
simple target of her molten pussy. Sandra held her hands together on the
bedside as pushed in almost effortlessly. Squeezing the last inches home
and drawing a pained reaction from her.

I walked around to the front of the bed. Kneeling by my wife?s face and
pushing back her hair. Eyes closed she began groaning. Hasim put one
foot on he bed. He had fucked Sandra hard but wanted to really pound her
for the encore. Holding her tightly by he thighs he truly gave it to
her. Sandra?s hands clamped on the bedside as she groaned called and
cried out.
?Yeah?yeah you fuckin whore?you love the fuckin? Hasim's impatience was
building. His dick ramming feverishly up into her belly. He had to hold
her up to stop her falling to the soaked bed. From behind his balls met
her body with an almighty ?thwack?. The sweat collecting on his temples.
Pushing helplessly out with her legs one of Sandra?s shoes went tumbling
to the floor. She spasm again as she orgasm. A croak erupting from her
lips. Hair and body shaking and jerking forwards over the bed.
His teeth bared.

When he came Sandra collapsed forward and he on top, grunting and
gasping and he pumped his sperm up into my wife?s willing pussy.
?Damn?damn?oh yeah!? he gasped as Sandra gasped in relief and pleasure.
Sighing heavily he slowly tugged his cock out. Satisfied he had left
behind a thick and copious load. His dark length was soaked, his hard-on
sinking as this bull stood hands-on-hips. Sandra rolled tiredly onto her
back and pushed back her hair.
?That was some fuck!?. My wife didn?t reply at first. She just looked up
at the ceiling. Glancing towards the unused condoms a smile spread over
his face. He slid over the bed, a hand crawling over my wife?s belly.
?Damn you pretty?.that your first black seed huh??.
?Yes?. Sandra?s voice was cool and crisp, Hasim brushing his fingers
against her pussy.


When Hasim was gone Sandra lay for about half an hour on the bed.
Staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily. It was over an hour before
I helped her into the bath. She felt completely worn out and I
understood that. This was the start of our cuckold relationship and I
was left to clean up the mess Hasim had left. There was a simple animal
ferocity with the way he had mated Sandra in front of me. The fact that
she carried his load deep inside her testament to the fact that she now
had two partners. The simple truth is did she enjoy it? Did she come to
her senses and leave? Well, it is 5 months since this all occurred and
Sandra and I are still together. My family life is intact and as for
Hasim? Well, it was true. Once a woman tries black she never goes back.
Until my next tale.

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The End

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