Encouraging My Innocent Wife to Cuckold Me

By edlangston
Published on Lush Stories on 14 Aug 2013

My innocent wife unknowingly reads my cuckold stories and fucks her Indian boss' black cock.

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It is interesting how sometimes our hobbies and other personal pursuits that seem to have no tangible
benefits, except for our own personal pleasure, can turn into an amazing opportunity. That was the
case for me when my secretive hobby of writing pornographic stories resulted in my wife and me
enjoying a full and erotic cuckold life style.

I am a mid-level manager in a small manufacturing company in the Birmingham, Alabama area, and I
travel out of town overnight an average of four times a month. I enjoy getting away from the repetition
of the factory, and those trips give me a chance to adjust my perspective on things. The only problem
is that my wife, Brit, and I are accustomed to having sex every day, even though we have two
children and were thirty-two years old at the beginning of this story.

My dick is small at four inches long when hard, but I was the first and only man to fuck Brit, so she
didn’t know the difference. I am always very lonely in the hotel rooms, and usually watch the soft-porn
channels to masturbate and then go to sleep.

On one trip I was in an Atlanta hotel for a two-night stay, and when putting my clothes in the drawer I
came across a tattered copy of an old Penthouse Letters paperback. It's basically a republication of
dozens of stories that had been in the Penthouse Letters magazine, and I couldn’t resist the
temptation to read it.

Many of the stories were about cuckold couples, and although I had heard the term cuckold, I never
really knew what it meant. I learned that the simple definition is that a cuckold is a man with an
unfaithful wife, but the stories expanded the definition to men who actively participated in their wives
fucking other men, cleaning the cum from their wives’ pussies, and becoming submissive to the wives
and their lovers.

I stayed up most of the night reading half of that book, and then read the other half the next night. I
masturbated two times each night just from reading those stories. For the first time in my life the idea
of other men fucking Brit was becoming very arousing to me, but I knew that it would never happen.
She was a virgin when we married, and despite the active sex life we have, she never allowed oral
sex or even use profanity or talk about sexual situations, much less entertain any conversation about
fucking other men.

When I got home I searched on the internet for porn story sites that included the cuckold genre. I
found a few sites that were pretty good and learned that the quality and eroticism of the stories
depended on finding the best authors. I settled on some favorites that I went back to read time after
time, but many of the other stories were disappointing to me. I was looking for enticing, realistic story
lines that allowed me to explore my fantasies about other men fucking Brit. Many of them just rushed
to very boring and sterile fuck scenes that left me wanting more. I wanted to be able to feel, taste and
smell the action through the author’s words.

After several months reading those stories, it dawned on me to try writing some myself. Most of the
story sites encouraged amateur authors like me to write, so I thought that I should give it a try. I
wanted to write about my favorite fantasies as a way to excite myself sexually, and I used a ghost
name as the author. I got some opportunities to write at home and when I was out of town, and I even
tried writing in my office at lunch and after work.

The first couple of stories I wrote were very mechanical and forced, and I received a lot of critical and
valuable feedback from other site members. The main thing I learned was that I needed to provide
abundant descriptive detail so that my desires, passions, and even perversions, would come through
to the readers. They said that would give the readers an emotional attachment to the characters and
allow them to experience the evolving action as if they were one of the characters.

I kept writing and posting stories and discovered how hard it was to write in a way that others would
find readable and stimulating. I was primarily writing to explore my own passions and fantasies, but
it's a big thrill when readers give me good feedback on my work. It usually takes me a full day to get
my story lines down, and another day to edit the text to make it more sensual. I like to allow the
reader to feel the emotional tension as the characters explore their feelings and learn that they have
desires for sex with other lovers.

The sex scenes can get a little redundant and stale, so I like to focus on the emotional journey of the
characters, and then make the sex scenes raunchy if the story allows it. The software helps a lot with
the spelling, but good word flow and connective material also helps to keep the reader’s interest and
excites them. One key is to put the story away for a day and then read it a couple of more times with
a clear head, to identify and correct any errors or flow problems.

By the time I was thirty-five years old, I had published dozens of stories on various sites, and was
getting reasonably good feedback. About half of them were cuckold stories, but I also wrote many
about bisexual cock sucking, and only recently started writing about incest. The incest stories were
just for a change of pace, and the bisexual cock sucking stories were kind of an off shoot of cuckoldry
in my mind. I usually had the cuckold husband character (who I fantasized as being me), sucking the
cocks of his wives’ lovers. My cock is four and a half inches long and thin, and most of the lovers I
write about have much bigger cocks.

Brit and I were still having frequent and enjoyable sex, and I sometimes feel like a real asshole and
pervert to be getting additional sexual enjoyment from writing my stories. I judge my own stories by
how easily they make me cum, and I almost always masturbate when writing them. I was feeling
pretty good about my writing, and then something happened that made me feel even more confident
that my stories are erotic and tantalizing, at least to some readers.

One Friday evening Brit had gotten home a little later than usual from work, and I was also late. Truth
be told, I was finishing up a story at the office, and lost track of the time. The kids were busy with
homework and watching television, so I went upstairs to find Brit. Our bedroom has a little alcove with
a desk that Brit uses as her office at home, and I noticed that the screen on her personal computer
was black.

I walked over that way since my dresser is on that side of the room, and accidently bumped into the
desk, which jarred the mouse and woke up the PC. I glanced quickly at her screen and was stunned
by what I saw. She was on one of the story sites where I publish my stories, and she was reading one
of my recent posts. It was a story about a wife who is fucked by her husband’s black boss, which is a
popular theme in cuckold literature.

I wanted to move away so she wouldn’t know that I saw what she was reading, but then she came
out of the bathroom and startled both of us. She realized that I was looking at her screen and she
asked, “What are you doing over there looking at my computer? Shit, Ed, I never meant for you to see
me looking at that filth. I’m so sorry, honey, and I can explain.”

Brit was creating all the drama on her own, because I certainly wasn’t upset about it. But at the same
time, she would get suspicious if I was too nonchalant about it. I quickly thought of a way to deflect
her anger and worry and said, “I accidently bumped the desk and the screen lit up, and it just
happened before you walked in. What is it that you’re looking at that has you so upset, honey?”

She ran over and turned off her computer and was sobbing and her tears were flowing. Then she
said, “I guess I’ll have to show you in a minute, but first let me explain. I had to work a little late at the
office this evening, and after I packed up to leave, I stopped by Linda’s desk to say goodnight.
Forgive me for saying this, but she was sitting at her desk with her hand up her skirt, and it looked like
she was masturbating. I startled her, and she apologized and explained that she was reading some
cuckold stories on one of the porn sites she visits, and they really aroused her.”

Brit paused to catch her breath and wipe away some tears, and continued, “I had never heard about
the cuckold thing before, so I sat down next to her and read a little of the story, after she removed her
hand from her skirt of course. Please forgive me, Ed, but the little that I read was kind of arousing to
me, and I made a mental note of the website and story name, so I could read it at home. I didn’t want
Linda to know that I was reading that stuff or that I had any interest in it. I just got a little way through
the story when I had to go to the bathroom. When I came out, I found you standing here, and that’s
the whole story. I’m really sorry, honey.”

I could see great potential in exploiting that situation to introduce the full, erotic concept of cuckoldry
to Brit, and even make her aware of my interest in it. I hugged her tightly to calm her down and said,
“Don’t be upset, honey, it’s not the end of the world. You’re a grown woman and you don’t have to be
ashamed about reading that stuff. And now I’m a little curious about it too, so maybe we can sit here
and read the story together if it’s that arousing. It might even be a great prelude to our sex tonight.”

She seemed a little relieved, but still apprehensive at my offer. Brit was already in her underwear, so
I took off my shirt and pants and pulled up another chair at her computer. I wanted to be in my
underwear too, so she'd be able to see my arousal at various points in the story and get the idea that
it was alright for us to get excited this way. We started from the beginning of the story, and since I
was intimately familiar with it, I was able to observe Brit in my peripheral vision to see which parts
excited her.

The first place she squirmed in her chair was during the scene where the boss and other black men
were dancing with the wife and rubbing her ass and tits as they kissed her. I waited until she glanced
my way and openly rubbed my hardening cock in my underwear. From that point on Brit’s senses
remained heightened, and when we got to the first sex scene, describing the boss fucking the wife
and stretching her white pussy with his huge, black cock, Brit started rubbing her pussy. She usually
never did that in front of me, so I knew that she was getting aroused. She looked over at me again,
and I had my hand in my underwear, slowly stroking my dick, with a wet spot of precum on my
underwear.

We continued reading to my favorite part of the story where the husband was told to suck the boss’
big load of thick cum out of his wife’s pussy. At that point Brit was openly fingering her own pussy,
and when she glanced at me I had pulled my underwear down and was actively jacking off.

When she saw me like that I heard her mutter under her breath, “Oh shit”, as she had an orgasm.
 I was close to ejaculating but held off, so I’d be able to fuck her in bed after finishing the story. The
last scene that we read in the story that night was when the husband then sucked the boss’ big, black
cock clean of his cum and the wife’s juices. I moaned out loud when the husband took the boss' thick
cock into his mouth, and then said, “Damn, Brit, let’s go to bed right now.”

It only took us a minute to lock the door, strip off our underwear, and get into bed. I shoved my rock-
hard cock into Brit’s very wet pussy, and she wrapped her legs around my thighs and flexed her legs
to pull me rhythmically into her cunt as I fucked her. Brit was moaning and thrashing with a passion
that I had never seen before, and it only took me a couple of minutes to lose control and shoot a huge
load of cum into her pussy, just as she was also having an orgasm.

Brit had never allowed oral sex of any kind, but I knew that was a perfect time and situation to initiate
it with her. So, after she released her legs from around my thighs, I quickly moved down and covered
her cum-soaked, hairy labia with my mouth before she could stop me.

That was my first time sucking her pussy, and it was oozing my big cum load. I had written about
sucking pussy like that dozens of times, but the smell, taste and texture of her wet pussy was better
than I ever imagined. I was hungrily sucking and tonguing her labia and at first, she reached down
with her hands to give me token resistance. But then she moved her hands behind my head and
pulled my mouth tighter against her cunt. Just then she moaned out loud as she was having another
orgasm and her juices and my own cum flooded my mouth.

She breathlessly said, “Oh fuck, Ed, keep sucking my pussy baby. That feels so wonderful. I can’t
believe that we've never done this before, and you're really eating your own cum.”

We were then hugging and cuddling on the bed in the after-glow of our orgasms. She was leaning
partially on my chest as I rubbed her big tits and she was casually stroking my soft and still-wet cock.
She had never previously been willing to touch me that way until I had cleaned up. We were kissing
passionately, and I could tell that Brit was still aroused.

We broke the kiss for a minute and she said, “I would never have imagined how stimulating it could
be to read stories like that, and I know that both of us got carried away. You have an aftertaste of my
juices and your semen in your mouth, and I don’t even mind kissing you. And I saw you get very
excited when the story described the husband sucking the boss’ cum from the wife’s pussy, and
again when he sucked that big clock clean. I had no idea that you would get aroused imagining
something like that.”

I was so happy for the change in attitude regarding sex that Brit was experiencing, and I wanted to
make comments that would encourage her more liberal way of thinking. I said, “I don’t know what got
into me, honey, but I have to admit that I really enjoyed that story. And I especially enjoyed sucking
you after we fucked. And quite frankly, I can’t wait to do it again and again"

"And what about you, honey? You started rubbing and fingering your pussy when the woman was
being fucked by the boss’ huge, black cock, and then again when the husband cleaned her cum-filled
pussy with his mouth. It might be hard for you to believe, but when I was sucking your pussy, I almost
felt like I was that husband in the story.”

Then Brit said, “It’s surprising to me that you would get turned on by such disgusting things, but I
guess I’m not much better. I got so immersed in the wife’s character in the story that it felt like all
those things were happening to me. I’m sorry, honey, but it felt like that big, black cock was fucking
my pussy.”

We had sex again that night and then agreed to continue reading the stories together each night
before bed. Over the next several weeks we read many of my stories, but I also selected stories from
other authors that I knew were equally or even more titillating. Our sex was getting better and better.
In addition to demanding that I always suck her pussy clean, she also started sucking my cock, even
after we fucked when it was wet with our fluids.

But no matter how good the other author’s stories are, Brit always requested my stories, having no
idea that I had written them. It finally occurred to me that she felt some familiarity with my stories that
made it easier for her to fantasize about herself as the wife characters.

I always tried to be careful to make my stories completely anonymous by changing dates, locations,
names and character descriptions so no one would be able to identify me or the other characters. But
I guess it was impossible to avoid having some of my life’s experiences filtering into the stories. For
example, many of my stories involving bosses fucking cuckold’s wives are somewhat loosely based
on situations that Brit and I knew about from places we had worked.

We knew of several bosses who were total assholes who cheated on their wives with married women
in their offices. We were also in a church where the pastor was caught fucking several of the
parishioner’s wives. Other familiar examples were cabins in the woods or other situations like friends
and neighbors that I changed the details on, but who were still familiar because of the overall themes.

Another aspect of my stories that had to be familiar to her were my descriptions of my wife
characters. I tried to vary the hair and eye color and other bodily features in my stories, but if you read
enough of them, all of Brit’s features are mentioned at one time or another.

She is five feet and five inches tall and weighs one hundred and twenty pounds, and has round and
firm DD-cup breasts that look amazing on her trim body. Her shoulder-length, dishwater-blonde hair is
silky with a stylish cut, and perfectly complements her brilliant blue eyes. Her ass is also heart shaped
and firm, and looks fabulous in skirts, dresses, or pants. But the best thing about Brit is her pleasing
and caring personality that all our family and friends adore.

Brit was taking some of the familiar themes to heart and visualizing herself as the cuckold’s wife in
those stories. Then one night after we finished fucking she said, “Ed, I’d like to discuss something
with you, and please don’t be upset. You know that some of the stories have themes where the
couples fantasize during sex, and the husband plays the role of a well-hung friend or boss, and the
wife imagines that she is fucking that other man. I’d like for us to do that if you don’t mind.”

I had been waiting for and was elated with her request, and before answering I thought about how I
could show a little resistance, while at the same time planting the seed for a future cuckold encounter.

So I said, “Are you sure about this, honey. I would enjoy playing a role like that with you, and it would
be a lot of fun. But it could lead to us wanting more, just like in the stories. Are you willing to take that
risk? Do you already have someone in mind?”

She replied, “Don’t be silly, Ed. We'll be able to control our emotions and just enjoy the sex with each
other. We can pick men that we both know to make it more exciting, and you should know that I have
no intentions of really fucking other men.”

We incorporated fantasizing into our love making, and had some fantastic fuck sessions, always
starting with reading a cuckold story together. We selected many different men that we both know,
including my good friends, husbands of her friends, some of our coworkers, and even married men
from our church. Brit really got into it and soon began calling their names when she was having her
orgasms and talking more raunchy and explicit than I ever thought she would.

After experiencing those very erotic fantasy sessions for several months, Brit started limiting the list
of men we imagined fucking her to a couple of my friends, a handsome older man from church, and
her new boss from work. That was a sign to me that she was much more involved in her character in
the role play, and was restricting her fantasies to men she could really visualize fucking. She also
admitted to me that she was reading some of the stories at work during her lunch time, and
masturbating.

I knew that Brit’s fantasies were starting to overcome her when she first added her new, married,
Indian-American boss, Naresh to the list. She added him in only the past two weeks because of
rumors she heard about him at work. Naresh is a handsome, forty-five-year-old man with a dark
complexion and is of average height and weight. Her coworker, Linda, told her that she heard he
made sexual advances to several of the other married women in the office, and had already fucked
two of them.

She even heard that he has a very large, black cock that those women loved. I have done research
on the Indian culture for stories in the past, and know that some Indian men have a reputation for
being assertive with other men’s wives. They especially liked to assert their authority, dominance, and
control over employees, and make both the wives and their husbands submissive to them.

After another month of our role play during sex, Brit was almost exclusively using Naresh as my
fantasy replacement. She was apparently enthralled by the novelty of having an interracial encounter
with a dark-skinned, Indian man, and from what she heard about his big, black cock. I was even more
curious because she came home a little late several nights each week.

One night when we were cuddling after fucking, I asked her, “Brit, it’s become apparent to me that
you've been focusing our fantasies on Naresh, almost to the point of an obsession. Is there
something going on that you want to tell me about?”

She seemed to be fearful to tell me about it but finally said, “I’m so sorry that I haven’t told you about
this before, Ed, but I was afraid you would overreact. Naresh has given me assignments that caused
me to work late and alone with him for the last couple of weeks, and he has been touching me and
trying to get me to have sex with him."

"He keeps complimenting me on my beautiful hair and eyes, and I know that he favors blonde-haired
and blue-eyed women. He also talks to me about how fantastic my big tits are, and he has come up
behind me on several occasions and rubbed the sides of my breasts before I could resist.”

I was so excited inside hearing about Naresh’s advances, and I tried to console her saying, “Well,
Brit, that doesn’t sound all that bad, especially since you're able to resist him. But is there more you’re
not telling me?”

Then Brit continued, “There is definitely more, and this is the worst part. He has most recently been
telling me about how big his cock is and how so many white women just love to suck it and to be
fucked by him. He said that they just love the contrast in skin color as his thick cock slides into them."

"He even described his cock and balls in detail to me and offered to let me look at and fondle them. I
of course refused, but then he surprised me. I was at my desk concentrating on my work and I felt his
hand on the side of my right breast. I turned to tell him to leave me alone and found him standing
there with his pants and underwear around his ankles. I don’t know how he was able to sneak up on
me so quietly.”
 That was the moment I had been hoping for and I said, “Damn, Brit, that sounds just like some of our
fantasies. There you are a married woman, and he was showing you his big cock. Tell me, honey,
what did you do?”

She said, “I didn’t like the idea that he was forcing himself on me that way, but on the other hand it
was the realization of so many of the fantasies we have shared together. I stared at his cock and balls
for the longest time and couldn’t believe how big it is. It was still soft and his black, uncircumcised
cock was hanging down about eight inches, with a thick foreskin that was dripping with precum. His
balls are the size of plums and hang down as far as his cock does in his hairy, black scrotum. As I
looked at his genitals, I thought about how excited you get during the parts in the stories where the
cuckold husbands suck the lover’s cocks.”

My dick was hard and leaking precum and I said, “I admit that those types of stories excite me, but
please tell me what you did.”

Brit continued, “After staring at him for at least a minute, I looked up and saw Haresh smiling down at
me. He lifted his cock to my mouth with one hand as he placed the other one behind my head and
pulled my open mouth onto his cock. I’m sorry, honey, but I just couldn’t resist his strength and
assertiveness, and I have to admit that I really did want to suck him."

"His cock hardened almost immediately, and I was soon sucking on his fully-hard, ten-inch inch cock
that is very thick. His foreskin and huge cock head felt so good in my mouth, and his precum tasted a
little tangier than yours. As he held me and started fucking my mouth, his big, hairy balls were
swinging freely and slapping up against my chin and throat. He must have been very turned on from
pursuing me, because in just another minute his big cock started throbbing and spraying his thick
cum into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some of his fuck slime still leaked out of my
mouth.”

I was so excited and said, “Holy fuck, Brit, you actually sucked his big cock and swallowed his cum.
Shit, honey, I’m so happy that you got to have that experience.”

Brit continued, “After I swallowed his cum, I continued sucking his cock as it softened, and then he
lifted his balls to my mouth to suck. You and I have never done that, and I just loved the taste and feel
of his huge balls and scrotum in my mouth. It was so erotic feeling his testicles moving around in the
skin. Naresh was in complete control and I loved feeling his strength and boldness. Before he walked
away he told me how much he enjoyed having white sluts like me sucking his big cock, and he was
looking forward to fucking me."
 "He even said that he wanted to show you how a big-cocked man could satisfy his wife. I have
sucked him several more times since then, and I can’t seem to get enough of his thick cum. Fuck, Ed,
now that I know what a cock that big looks, feels and tastes like, and not just from those stories, I
have to feel it in my pussy. I’m sorry, honey. I know you warned me that this could happen, but I just
have to feel his big cock inside of me.”

Then I reminded Brit of one of the scenarios in the stories saying, “Damn, baby, if you have your
mind set on fucking Naresh, maybe we can discuss some ideas on how to do it from the stories we’ve
read. You could possibly invite him to dinner at our home on an evening when our kids are over at
friend’s homes. He could come over early so his wife doesn’t have to be involved or get suspicious.
Then we can let things take their natural course. I’m sure that Naresh will accept the invitation, and
we’ll soon have that big cock in your pussy, and maybe even my mouth, soon enough.”

Brit talked to Naresh the next day at work, and invited him over to dinner on Friday, when the kids
were sleeping over at friend’s homes. She didn’t tell him about our intentions or that I was aware that
she had already sucked his cock. We wanted to see how the evening would evolve, and we didn’t
have any plans for how we would let him know that it was okay to fuck her. Naresh accepted the
invitation, and we started making plans for the evening.

Brit took off work early on Thursday, so she could prepare dinner, and I got home at 6:30 pm, about
fifteen minutes before Naresh was scheduled to arrive. He arrived right on time and brought a bottle
of vintage red wine, which perfectly complemented the prime rib that Brit prepared for us. He was a
perfect gentleman at dinner, and I didn’t see any of the aggressive behavior that Brit said
characterized him at the office. We finished the bottle of wine by the time Brit served dessert, and
then we left all the dishes on the table and went to the living room with our mixed drinks.

We were all relaxed and continuing to talk about our kids, the office and other things, when Naresh
moved things along saying, “Ed, you're a very lucky man to have such a beautiful and talented wife as
Brit. She's very valuable to me in the office, and I want to discuss something important with both of
you. I know that employee loyalty is a cherished trait in companies in the United States, and it is even
more important in the culture from my native India."

"In fact, many of the male bosses there are very generous with some of the more lovelier. They
expect those women to be loyal and then go one step further for extra compensation and show the
boss their appreciation for their jobs in very intimate ways.”

I knew that Naresh was full of shit about that aspect of Indian culture, but didn’t see any benefit to
challenging him on his efforts to fuck Brit. Our goals were the same, but I didn’t want to yield to his
desires to easily. So, I interrupted his comments briefly to say, “I’m a little confused,Naresh. I don’t
know what you mean about showing appreciation in intimate ways, and as far as I know Brit hasn’t
had a raise or bonus in two years. What is this extra compensation you are talking about?”

Naresh smiled and continued, “I have been waiting for a personal meeting like this with both of you to
tell you that I'm prepared to offer Brit a cash bonus of ten thousand dollars a year from a secret fund
that I control, if both of you agree with my proposal. Everyone would know if she got such a big raise,
if it was paid through the payroll system, and it will cause less turmoil in the office if this is paid in
cash."

"And the part about intimacy shouldn't be a big shock, at least not to Brit. My IT supervisor has
informed me that Brit has been going to porn sites on her lunch break and reading cuckold stories.
That tells me that she has at least some interest in fucking other men. And, Ed, Brit probably hasn’t
told you this, but she has already sucked my cock and swallowed my cum in the office many times.
My proposal includes you being a willing participant as her cuckold husband, and all that entails.”

I was jumping for joy inside, but still didn’t want to appear too eager, and was hoping to get at least
fifteen thousand dollars a year out of Naresh. I decided to be a little disagreeable with the proposal
and also make Brit commit to the decision.

I tried to act uninformed and irritated, for effect, as I said, “Holy fuck, Brit, you never told me that
Naresh fucked your slut mouth in the office. And shit, honey, what about those cuckold stories. I just
barely know what a cuckold is and here you are reading those kinds of stories at work. I’m not sure
that I know you anymore, and I definitely don’t know how you feel about his offer. I don’t even know
what my role would be, but I’m not willing to let you whore yourself out to Naresh for less than twenty
thousand dollars a year.”

I winked at Brit when Naresh looked away, so she would know that I was just negotiating with him.
Then she stated sobbing and said, “I’m so sorry, honey, but we were in the office that night and it just
happened. Naresh had his cock out right next to me, and it's so big, thick and black. Your dick and
balls aren’t nearly as big as his, and I just had to taste it. After I swallowed his cum he told me that he
wanted to fuck me too, but I had no idea that he would approach us this way. I've learned a little
about what your role in this would be from those stories, and I can understand why you think we need
more money. But I do want to fuck him.”

Naresh was looking down at the floor for a few moments thinking, and then he looked up and said,
“Brit, you are truly a beautiful and sexy woman, and I am willing to go as high as fifteen thousand
dollars a year to seal this agreement and to be able to fuck you whenever I desire. And, Ed, I think
you'll enjoy being a cuckold husband to Brit. There must be something deficient in your sex lives that
would cause Brit to be reading those stories and sucking my cock anyway."
 "You might discover that you have submissive desires when it comes to big cocks like mine. I can’t
afford any more than that for one white pussy, so you guys decide. And if you do agree, I expect Ed
to do everything I ask, no matter how disgusting it might seem to you. I can almost guarantee that
you'lll enjoy your role as a cuckold husband to Brit, especially with me being the one fucking her.”

Brit looked at me and smiled, and without saying a word stood up and took Naresh by the hand. She
led him up the stairs to our bedroom as I followed behind. She then stripped off her blouse, skirt and
underwear, as Naresh took off all his clothes. Brit was certainly right about his huge cock, and I could
hardly believe how long, thick and black it is. I have written about that many times, but none of my
words to do it justice. My cock is circumcised, and I had never seen a big, uncut one like his, and the
foreskin is thick and was already dripping with precum.

Then Naresh said, “I’m so happy that you two have accepted my offer, and I want Ed to enjoy his first
cuckold experience up close. So, Ed, get on the bed under Brit in the sixty-nine position, and I will
fuck her tight pussy from behind. That way you’ll have your face right in the action and be able to see
my thick, black cock stretching and sliding into your wife’s cunt. And you need to get undressed too
so I can see what Brit has been fucking all these years. But Brit, I don’t want you sucking his cock
because I want to kiss you later tonight, and won’t do it if you've sucked his cock.”

We got into position and I was looking back as Naresh rubbed and held Brit’s ass and moved his
cock towards her pussy. The wet foreskin was dripping precum on my face and he pressed his cock
head between her labia, and his big, black scrotum pulled over my forehead and settled against my
mouth. I instinctively began sucking his balls as he slowly pressed his thick cock into Brit. The
contrast in skin color was so erotic, as his black cock disappeared into her creamy white labia. She
was struggling to take his thickness, but he kept pressing as inch after inch of his cock slid into her
very wet pussy.

I was surprised that he was so gentle with her, and I soon could tell that he was pressing against her
cervix and still had two more inches of cock to go. Then he said, “Just relax, Brit, and I am going to
keep pressing into you until you have taken all of my cock. Your uterus will shift upward with the
pressure, and I’ll have the joy of having my entire cock in your tight, married, white cunt.”

It was so enjoyable sucking Naresh’s balls as his cock slipped the rest of the way into her pussy, and
then he started taking long, slow strokes. I licked his balls on each stroke, and even leaned up and
licked the base of his cock as he paused at the bottom each time. I was feeling so submissive to
Naresh and my wife, just like I had written about so many times.

Brit started breathing hard and gasping, adding to my degradation as she said, “Oh fuck, Naresh, I
can feel your foreskin sliding in me and every vein on your cock. I never realized what I was missing
with Ed’s little dick. Fuck me and make me your little whore, and then I can watch Ed suck your big
cock.”

Naresh continued fucking my wife for another ten minutes, and then I saw the base of his cock
flexing and knew that he was ejaculating while pressed right up against her cervix. His cock kept
throbbing for almost a minute, and I knew that he must be shooting a huge load of his Indian semen
and seed into Brit.

Then he said, “Fuck that was good. I always look forward to fucking a new white cunt for the first
time, and Brit’s tight, little blonde pussy is still gripping my cock. Your pussy is worth the money, and
this next part is arousing as well. Brit, when I pull out of you, I want you to sit up on Ed’s face and
feed him my big load. I want him to show his appreciation for the pleasure I gave you by swallowing
my semen and sperm. Most of you white cuckold husbands just love the idea of tasting and
swallowing my Indian seed.”

Naresh pulled his cock out and moved back a little to watch as Brit sat up and I covered her cum-
filled pussy with my mouth. Their fluids were flowing into my mouth as I sucked on her swollen labia.
The taste and consistency of his cum was everything I hoped for, and the nastiness of eating another
man’s cum from my adulterous wife just added to my submissive feelings. After cleaning her pussy,
she rolled off to the side and Naresh moved back up and pressed his cock to my lips.

As I opened my mouth to suck his cock, he looked down at me and smiled as he said, “That’s it, cock
sucker. Clean my cock and suck it for me. This will show Brit how much little-dicked men like you
enjoy worshiping a big cock.”

His thick cock head felt so good sliding into my mouth, and I pushed my tongue into thick foreskin
that was still oozing with his fuck juice. I caught glimpses of Brit smiling down at me as Naresh’s cock
moved in my mouth and knew that our relationship was forever changed. I knew, or at least hoped,
that she still loved me, but it was clear that she would never look at me the same again. Even though
she was eager to fuck his big cock, I am still her husband, and I willingly yielded her body to him.

We sat around and relaxed for a while after Brit’s first fucking, and Naresh had me between his legs
sucking his balls, as Brit looked on. Then he fucked her again, and I cleaned his cum from her pussy
and sucked his cock as I had done the first time.

That was the beginning of a long cuckold relationship with Naresh, and I willingly accepted my role
as Brit’s cuckold husband. After a while she became obsessed with fucking more big cocks, and she
started fucking some of my well-hung friends and other men that we know from church. It was
embarrassing the first time she fucked my friends, but then I got over the humiliation and just enjoyed
their big cocks and cum. I'm now experiencing many new situations that I can write about in my
stories.