STRAIGHT DAD STEPPING OUT

This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.

STRAIGHT BOY STEPPING OUT

By anonymous.a

I don’t know why I started watching him.

I mean, sure, he was a good-looking guy for somebody his age, which I guess was early to mid-30s. It was much too obvious that he was married, unless that mousy little thing attached to his arm was a girlfriend, or, dare I hoped, an insecure sister. She reminded me of Shelly Duvall in “The Shining,” all legs and arms and pale, smooth skin. She was pushing one of those armored baby carriages, the kind that look like you could rent them on airbnb.

And judging by the way he ogled that busty blonde in the skin-tight T who was walking ahead of them, he was straight, too. In fact, he seemed to be steering the Shelly girl down whatever aisle the blonde took, pausing when she paused, moving on when she moved, all the while feigning interest in the plasticky crap on the shelves at the mega-discount store, chatting up Shelly, while his eyes secretly roamed.

He couldn’t fool me. I was an expert on this stuff. I knew when somebody was being stalked. He was hiding behind his camouflage of domestic bliss, but he was stalking the blonde, probably stripping her with his eyes and wondering what it would be like to peel that T-shirt off the mounds of her breasts and plant his lips over the nipples and … and. …

Little did he know but the stalker was being stalked.

The four of us must have looked comical as we followed each other around the store, a couple of perverts and their unwitting victims. I had taken up residence behind the couple because the man was acceptably hot. His light brown hair was shaggier than somebody his age usually kept it, but it was his body that drew my eye. He exhibited a fullness of form that men reach in their early 30s after their metabolisms start to slow down and they shed the bony scrawn of twinkness and start filling out. His was a nice, meaty ass that looked good despite the baggy shorts, and would look better on my face. I could see a tuft of hair peeking above the neck of his shirt and that meant a luxuriant growth on his chest, something I could run my fingers through as I sucked on his nipples and ground my crotch against his muscular hip. Guys like him were totally ignorant of the effect they had on guys like me. They’d pose and posture in front of the mirror sometimes, appraising themselves with a critical eye and hoping they still looked as good to the opposite sex as they did when they were in their 20s. But they were never entirely happy with their appearance and needed somebody like me assure them that hey, they were OK! Actually better than OK!

We roamed the aisles until the blonde wandered into the hobbies section. Here, the guy seemed to pause, and I could guess what he was thinking. How does one plausibly explain to his bony, clingy girlfriend a sudden interest in scrapbook making or bedazzling a pair of pumps? The simple answer is that one doesn’t, and the guy seemed to have surmised that for himself because after a moment he turned to the mouse and said, “Honey, I need to drop by the shitter for a minute.”

The mouse rolled her eyes and whispered, “For God’s sake, Tony, can’t you just call it the men’s room like every other civilized man on the planet?”

“Who said I was civilized?” he smirked, and she play-punched him in the arm.

“I’m going to housewares. You better hurry up in there because I’ve got the credit card.”

She spun on her heel and marched away, waving over her shoulder without looking back. I watched him watch her go. Then he turned a longing eye to the hobby section and seemed to weigh the possibility of going in there vs. getting caught, or worse, looking stupid. He decided discretion was the better part of valor, it seemed, and reluctantly headed toward the bathrooms at the back of the store. With no reluctance at all I followed him.

He wasn’t kidding about the bathroom being a “shitter.” Most men’s rooms stink to high heaven. You wonder what in the hell guys had for dinner the night before, and the thought of going near that orifice without a thorough scrubbing out turns your stomach.

But this bathroom was different. For starters, it had an exhaust fan that not only sucked out all the noxious fumes but provided a handy level of noise that would mask a number of sounds … the sound of sucking, for instance, or the unintended moan of lust. Also, it had an air freshener dispenser mounted high on the wall at the opposite end of the fan that didn’t smell like awful disinfectant or something you would smell in an ER lobby.

The target of my surveillance had taken up residence in the handicapped stall, which was much larger and roomier than the crypt like single-person stalls attached to it. The handicapped stall had its own sink and paper towel dispenser, along with those tissue things that fit over the toilet seat, in case the guy who last sat there had a particularly germy butt. I slipped into the adjoining stall and took a seat, pants bunched around my ankles.

I figured he was probably horny from all his imaginary sex with the busty blonde and was planning to rub one out, so I began looking for a way to peer into his stall without being noticed. There were no handy holes in the wall. Sometimes in a public bathroom they’ll relocate the toilet paper dispenser and leave the old screw holes that, with a bit of contortions, can be used to observe your stallmate. But this wall was clean and smooth – not even any dirty graffiti to set the mood. And there was certainly no gloryhole.

Finally I noticed a gap between the stall and the wall. There was no way I could press my face flat enough to see through the gap, but by holding the phone eyepiece up there I could record what was going on easily enough, though the angle wasn’t perfect. So that’s what I did.

I held it up about a minute, then pulled it back and, with the volume turned down, replayed the last minute of video. There was our boy on the toilet, his tanned legs giving way to pale white flesh just above the knee, meaty ass spread out on the toilet seat, his dick in his hand and his phone in the other. Had he been secretly videoing the blonde? Probably not – not with the Shelly girl attached to his arm. But he was indeed working on a jism-letting and a burn of lust settled into my stomach. His cock was average length but nice and fat, and the knob was glistening, which meant he wasn’t long for squirting his stuff.

It was then I made a momentous decision.

Hooking up with strange men – and obviously straight men – can be a hazardous undertaking, though guys seem to have relaxed a little here lately. In the past they would have instantly beaten the shit out of you. But these days they weren’t so quick to strike, and I think it’s because all that online porn has not only exposed them to the reality of men sometimes having sex with each other but has normalized the idea so that instead of being disgusting and perverted, it’s actually a kind of turn-on. I say this based on the number of married men I have hooked up as an older teen and an adult.

With that hope in mind I stuck my hand down under the partition and made a “come here” motion with my fingers.

Nothing happened for about 30 seconds. Then I heard a sound, faint against the constant whir of the fan. I saw a shadow fall over the floor on his side of the stall, and a moment later I saw him drop to his knees, that fat cock jutting just under the wall. I felt my pulse quicken and my body temperature seemed to shoot up. A nice, fat cock.

A nice, fat, straight cock!

I reached down and took it in my hand. It was nicely warm and my fingers stuck to the flesh, which meant it was sticky with body emanations – sweat and glandular discharge. I raised my hand and gave it a quick sniff before returning to his dick. It smelled musky and fermented, as if his penis had been stewing in sex hormones.

I had to have that thing in my mouth.

I’m not a gymnast and can’t simply unhinge my back to bend down like that, so I ended up getting on my knees, all the while hanging on to that big dick lest it disappear before I could get it in my mouth. From outside the stall it would have been painfully obvious what I was doing, but I’ll be honest – I was beyond caring. My heart was pounding now that I had smelled what was going on between Mr. Stalker’s legs and I had to have it.

I turned my head sideways and slipped that big knob into my mouth.

I was able to swallow most of it until it touched the back of my throat. Struggling to suppress my gag reflex, I opened up and took it all the way down, until my nose was pressed into his pubes and my chin was rubbing against his balls (which had pulled up tightly into the scrotum). I backed off and then swallowed it again, using my tongue to rub it everywhere along the underside as I sucked and sucked and sucked.

His hand slipped under the wall and sought the back of my head, but the angle wasn’t good and he settled for grabbing my shoulder to pull me onto his raging pole. By this time I was pistoning up and down, sucking and licking and applying as much friction as my mouth could generate. I reached up with my hand and rubbed the back of his thigh, then let it wander farther north, over the globe his sweaty butt and into his steaming crack. My fingers went up and down his crack, looking for that sweet love hole I knew to be there, and when they found it he let out a tiny, squeaking gasp. I pressed against it lightly, then rubbed it gently as I continued sucking that fat dick of his.

I was totally caught by surprise when he pumped my mouth full of sperm. Without any preamble whatsoever the thing suddenly unloaded big gouts of hot, sticky fluid. I felt his thighs quiver and his asshole clench as he pumped his seed into me. Knowing that just a minute ago he was fantasizing about fucking that bit-tittied blonde, and that he would probably go home and lay the pipe to the Shelly girl, made it all the more sexy and hot. I was feeding his seed to me and I had subordinated myself to him so he could do it. Fucking hot!

He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I brought my hand back under the partition. My fingers smelled like ass, and the aroma instantly hardened my dick, which had been flopping aimlessly between my legs.

I wondered if maybe he’d be interested in more?

I stood up, kicked off one shoe and pulled my pants leg off my right leg. Then I turned around and once again knelt to the floor, this time thrusting my ass under the partition. There was no mistaking what I wanted, not even by a dumb straight boy

Nothing happened for several seconds. Then I heard the liquid soap dispenser being used. I heard the squelching sound of a hand lubing up a big, fat straight boy cock. I swallowed the last bit of his cum that clung to my teeth and waited for that delicious pressure to enter my asshole.

It was not long in coming.

The knob of his dick pushed against my ass and I relaxed to let it in. The head slipped in and I felt his cold hands grab me by the hips. He seemed more than eager because he wasted no time pushing that big pipe in as far as it would go, until his pubes were up against my ass cheeks. Then he began fucking.

To know that the dick currently in my ass had only moments before unloaded a steaming deposit of sperm in my mouth was such a turn-on that I began furiously jacking my dick. Straight guys have a fixation about anything entering their butts, but if they only knew, after you get used to it, how good it feels to have another man’s cock up your ass, well, they’d all be faggots like me. There’s something sexually stimulating about allowing another man to derive physical pleasure from your body, and at the moment I was in sex heaven. This straight boy was not shy about his needs, either. He rutted my hole with a desperate urgency, as if he’d never had sex before and was expelling a lifetime of bottled up desire.

I jacked and jacked and after only a minute felt my muscles contract and that burning node of joy in the back of my brain light up as my cum shot out all over the dirty bathroom tile. I could feel my asshole clenching his cock as I pumped out my seed, and the sensation ratcheted up the pleasure by a factor of 10. It felt like the crack cocaine of sex.

But straight boy was not so quick in his cum this time, so I settled back for a long, pleasant, illicit pounding. I wondered if mousy Shelly was wandering the aisles of the housewares department, wondering where her hubby/boyfriend had gotten off to. I pictured finding her later and telling her how much I had enjoyed her partner’s breeding of my ass, how he had pumped my stomach full of sperm and now would fill up my colon with the same. Before long I was hard again and started masturbating my penis as straight boy thrust away at my hole.

Finally he gripped me with renewed ferocity and pushed as hard as he could, and I felt that familiar squirt, squirt, squirt as his fluids were injected into my ass. He let out a huge, grinding sigh as he continued to pump into me, a remarkable output for somebody his age. All that clean living, I guess.

After another minute, his cock lost its hardness and he pulled out. When he did I felt a stream of sticky fluid flow out of my ass, down my taint and across my balls. I got back on my feet and sat down on the toilet, allowing the semen to drain out of me. I was still horny as hell and continued working on my cock. I would be here a few minutes longer.

I heard him washing his hands and I think maybe he washed his dick, too. Then he put everything back in place, zipped up, blew his nose and left. As he walked past my door he said “Thanks” very quietly and headed for the exit. Just then somebody else came in and they exchanged “Excuse me’s” and I was left there, my gullet full of another man’s cum as my ass leaked a second load. Five minutes later I would erupt again.

I got myself cleaned up and went back out into the store. I bumped into them again on the household chemicals aisle. I was buying laundry detergent and backed up without looking behind me. My ass bumped into his. I turned and said, “I’m sorry; excuse me” until I saw who it was and my breath hitched in my chest.

But he didn’t recognize me and when I last saw him, mousy Shelly had reattached herself to his arm and was leading him toward the grocery part of the store.

That ass, I thought, staring at his shorts as he walked away. I didn’t get a chance to eat that ass.

Oh well. There was always next time.

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A Brief Moment

The Beginning

The memory of her burns still in my mind, the clarity untouched by the time that has passed since last we were in each other’s arms. Though we are still connected our lives have gone in different directions, but the memory of our time together has resisted time’s tarnishing effect.

We started as nothing, peers in the awkward phase of life that are typically called “the teens”. Thrust together by the capricious fates who conspired to place us together.

I can tell you that the first time I saw her was, perhaps, anticlimactic. The heavens failed to part, the angels forgot to sing, but if you had told me that then I would not have heard you. Looking back with the wisdom bought and paid for with time and experience I know that she must have had the same doubts, the same insecurities that the rest of us had. All of us struggled to figure out who we were, what we wanted, we struggled to find the beauty in ourselves as we grew into bodies more adult than we were ready for. But her… she seemed different. While I must have seemed like an awkward colt still growing into its body she seemed to radiate confidence. Us lesser mortals plodded along in the mud while she never seemed to touch the ground, as much a part of heaven as of earth.

I never asked what her first impression of me was, scared perhaps to know the answer. At first, she treated me with the boundless kindness that she seemed to show everyone, but over time we grew to be friends. As days turned to weeks, and weeks to months I expected my infatuation with her to ebb as it had with so many young crushes, but the time we spent together only deepened my affection. The seed that had been planted grew in leaps and bounds and I quickly came to value every scrap of time that I could scrape out with her.

Alas, though things went well time is fleeting and nothing lasts forever. With the completion of our schooling, we moved off into the world, ready to try our hand at playing adult. Contact was sparse for a time, both of us living our separate lives, but she never truly left my mind. Many were the times that I railed against my foolishness for not making a move when I still had the chance. Not yet the confident adult I would someday become I had sailed away from any opportunity to share the depth of my feelings convinced that her heart must irretrievably belong to another and that my advances would be spurned, a fate I did not think my fragile heart could have born. I cursed myself as a fool.

But Luck? Sometimes it favors the fool, and I will take lucky over good any day.

A Second Chance

By chance, our paths cross again and flames not yet extinguished were kindled anew. Many were the messages sent in the deep hours of the night, and long were hours stolen just to be with her. And even if her company was mere words on a screen it was enough, for a time. This time, when opportunity knocked, I was ready.

When all was said and done we were together in all the ways that mattered, all the ways that I had yearned for as an awkward teen in love. While our time was brief, with but a single night spent between us, every moment has remained etched into me, the ferocity of our connection seared into my very being.

When I think back to that night there are so many things that come to me, but above everything is the memory of her eyes, and someone much wiser than myself once said that “eyes are the windows to the soul” and truer words are hard to find.

Her eyes, it had always been her eyes. From the start, it had not been her body, though soft and full of tantalizing secrets, it had not been her laugh, though full of beauty and kindness, it had not even been her mind sharp and inquisitive as it was. No, from the start it had been her eyes. Deep wells bore a hue the color of rich soil soft and rich and filled with the unspoken need to nurture and care. I had never stood a chance, the first time I had looked into her eyes my fate had been sealed.

On that night, she had come to me, appearing in my home like a dream made flesh, though time had passed since the last time we were together the years apart had only added to her beauty. Time and life had conspired to transform the young woman I had last seen into a mother, the nurturing promise of her soul fulfilled. While some are diminished when they bring another into this world, the experience taking something from them in payment, she was not. The soft lines of the young woman I had known had blossomed into the lush curves that only motherhood can provide.

I did my best, as she stood before me, to memorize every detail, my eyes drinking her in with the same fervor with which a drowning man clings to the hand of a rescuer. Luxuriant hair the color fresh obsidian fell upon her exposed shoulders and framed the same heart-shaped face that had so often filled my dreams.

From the moment she came in time seemed to twist in on itself, alternating between standing still and leaping forward. One moment we stood before the open front door of my apartment and the next we were sitting together on the couch, engaging in the pretense of watching a movie. Time started jumping forward and in a flash, the distance between us vanished. Time slowed as she leaned against me, my hand instinctively moving to brush a stay hair away from her face, before standing still all together as our eyes locked.

I could not tell you now, standing on the outside of that moment, if our eyes met for a moment or an hour, lost in the fathomless depth of her eyes I could have sworn that it lasted a lifetime.

Things moved quickly after that first caress, as though a wall had been broken or a barrier laid low. Acting with minds of their own our hands grasped and clawed at each other, the pretense of the movie giving way to the desperation of desire. As though we had not just been carrying on a conversation we were suddenly possessed by the irresistible urge to touch, to feel, a yearning for each to feel their skin against the bare flesh of the other.

In moments the clothen barriers that separated us were shed, left in a heap on the floor along with our modesty and restraint.

Insistent hands pulled bodies close and my hungry mouth found the dark tips of her rounded breast, pulling it into my mouth. She moaned as the warm wetness of my eager mouth enveloped her nipple, her voice a lusty growl of unrepentant desire. My hands kneaded and caressed her flesh, blindly and mindlessly pulling her closer, roaming over the exposed paradise of her body before slipping towards knees closed tight. As my hand drew closer her knees parted indulgently to reveal the patch of silken hair above her vulva.

In another time, a calmer time, I would have taken more care. I would have caressed and probed with loving care to coax her gently into the arms of passionate release. But consumed by the lust burning through us subtlety was neither asked for nor offered.

Her back arched and her mouth yawned wide in a silent cry of ecstasy as my middle and index fingers slipped within her, my questing digits a sudden and surprising, but not unwelcome event. Wasting no time I thrust in and out, my thumb rising to flick across her flick on the down stroke. My fingers curled within her, aiming for the special spot on the back of her pelvis that had served me so well and so often in the past.

The effects of my touch upon her body were immediate, her beautifully deep, brown eyes glazed slightly as her climax started to build within her. As the waves of pleasure rolled over her, quickening her breaths and speeding her heart, I continued my work on the sensitive tips of her breasts. Gently trapping one of the sensitive tips between my teeth I started to flick it rapidly with my tongue, eliciting another groan.

Our bodies writhed together, each dancing to the other’s tune as our motions flowed into each other, a heavy sheen of sweat covering our exposed flesh. In the end, her release found her before mine, her face contorted in wordless passion, and though it was the first of many that night the sight of her features twisted by the ecstasy I had wrought upon them is an image that has kept me warm on many a solitary night.

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Red Barn Wanking Club Part Two

It was the longest seven days I had ever experienced. I was looking forward to the next Red Barn Wanking Club meeting when I would hear the results of my small cock application. To make the days and nights go quicker I wanked my little four inch cock at every opportunity. I practiced stretching it enduring the pain remembering no pain no gain which was most relevant with my dinkie dick. I started endurance wanking, timing myself to see how many hours I could wank for without cumming. To add variety to my wanking marathon I got my 21 year old girlfriend to wank my cock wherever we were together. She asked

“What’s this sudden obsession of wanting your cock wanked? Wouldn’t you rather fuck my hungry young cunt?”

I could not explain. Was I turning gay or was I just bi-curious or even bi-sexual?

The following Wednesday I met Gary at the supermarket parking lot and we drove out to the Red Barn. Again as per ritual I was blindfolded and bought into the barn, placed in the centre of the semi circle under the spotlight, asked to strip naked and bring my cock to full erection. Once fully erect, Number One announced that they would give verdict as to my membership application to the Red Barn Wanking Club.

“That after due consideration and bearing in mind that this is a wanking club for well endowed 16 year old school boys and the fact that one are a 21 year old young man with a small endowment, only four inches fully erect, with a four inch girth, your application falls outside the parameters of this club. During our deliberations we researched statistics and found that your 4 inch long erect cock with a 4 inch girth is longer than 1.58% of white boys. That in a room of 1000 white guys 16 would be shorter than you; 90% of the boys will be between 0.35 and 2.61 inches longer than you; you are thicker than 18.65% of boys. In a room of 1000 boys 186 would be thinner than you. 90% of boys would be between 0.46”thinner or 1.56” thicker than you. And with a cock volume of 83.46ml you are 0.6 times more voluminous than the average. This means that you are bigger than 6.53% of boys by volume and in a room of 1000 boys 935 would be bigger than you.

I was obviously disappointed by this statement as my erect 4 inch cock suddenly went totally flaccid, which is not an inviting sight.

Number One said

“Before we can continue you are required to bring your cock, however, small to full erection while in the presence of the members here.”

So utterly disappointed and humiliated I started to wank my small cock in front of six well hung 16 year old school boys. It took longer (if one will excuse the pun) than normal and was without any pleasure. Once fully erect I stood crestfallen before the club members.

Number One continued

“As sixteen year old boys who enjoy showing off our cocks and mutual masturbation we were excited by the fact of a 21 year old applying for membership. We expected big things. We surmised that if we 16 year old boys had cocks this big then a 21 year old man would certainly have a proud cock specimen much bigger than us. We were disappointed. As you can see your erect size ranks at the bottom of the cock size ladder board of this club. However, all is not lost for let us not loose site of our objectives of increasing cock size by wanking. After due consideration we see you as a 21 year old member with a small member who can be a living experiment as to cock size increase due to wanking. So, on the above conditions we will accept your application for membership and use one as the club guinea pig to measure cock size increases caused by a regular wanking regime. Do you accept these unusual terms?”

“I do.”

“Welcome Member Number Seven, we shall now proceed with the member induction process.”

All other Red Barn Wanking Club members sat resplendent in their red capes which hung open in the front exposing their manhoods. I stood naked before them with a pathetic phallus erection.

“Our first order of induction is for you to ingest the cum of every member who has a larger member than your cock size. So in your case it means that you will have to give every member a blow job, bring them to ejaculation and swallow their cum. Do you understand? To do this you will go on hands and knees and approach the sitting member with the smallest erection first in this case member number Six.”

I crawled to member number six, my cock rampantly erect and dripping pre-cum at the prospect of sucking off six well endowed sixteen year old boys tonight. He opened his legs to fully expose his erect 6 and half inch cock the next smallest on the cock size ladder.

“While you are sucking cock you will be dry cock milked from behind by another member to keep you in a fully aroused state. So please open your legs a little to allow cock milking access to your small cock.”

This was the first time I had ever sucked cock. My girlfriend had always told her how exciting and erotic it was something she could not explain. She always said that I should give it a try if ever the opportunity arose. And here before me six young large cocks had arose for me to suck off.

As I lowered my lips over the first cock I felt someone grab my cock from between my legs and pull it down, wanking it very slowly and sensually in a cow milking action. This is something that I had never had done to me before.

As my mouth sunk deeper onto the six and half erect shaft, swallowing young cock, I turned my head sideways to see the other members with their cellphones taking pictures of me naked, on my hands and knees, with a young cock down my throat and my cock being milk wanked from behind. This stimulated me and I increased both mouth tension and movement on the cock in my mouth. It was amazing to experience the power of having control of an erect cock in one’s mouth, of feeling the responses and the involuntary twitches.

The jerks and twitches increased. Number six moaned and with a sudden convulsion, a stream of hot young cum shot with force into my mouth. My first taste of someone else’s cum. That unforgettable chlorine, bromine smell, that oyster texture. I was just wallowing in the first cum in my mouth situation when he ejaculated again sending another hot load of greater volume into my cum hungry mouth. I almost choked but maintained a tight lip grip on the spent cock in my mouth. I had no other option but to swallow the gift of fresh young cum. It was an amazing sexual experience having a mouthful of cum and having my cock slow wanked from the back.

One down five to cum.

There was no let up. I was moved from member 6 to member 5 whose member was bigger than 6.  My mouth was still drenched with cum from member 6’s two cummings. It was all I could taste. The next cock stood proud in front of my face, circumcised it oozed pre cum in anticipation of me sucking it off. The pre cum gave an inviting glaze. As I approached I was aware of a new body odour of excitement perspiration. I positioned myself still aroused by the prospect of sucking yet another 16 year old cock. With a much bigger challenge in front of me I grabbed the base of the cock with one hand squeezing hard. A fresh globule of pre-cum pushed out the tip of the yet un-sucked cock, like toothpaste being pushed from a tube.

Number 5 was anxious to get started and pushed his cock into my mouth. I felt his hard cock push against the back of my throat. There was plenty of cum mixed with my salvia that acted as a lubricant. Number 5 could not wait for me to begin the sucking motion but started face fucking me, sliding his rampant erect cock in and out of my mouth hole. With my lips I gripped tightly around his shaft simulating a virgin vagina.

While all the cock sucking was going on the cock milking from behind had not stopped. At first it was a pleasant sensation but now it was becoming quiet mechanical with every downward tug being similar to a cow having her teats vigorously pulled to induce milk flow. I realized that the exercise was to try and lengthen my short sex shaft by severe stretching. The manipulator was using two hands in rapid succession pulling down, pulling down. Without any form of lubrication the hand-on-cock friction was getting sore.  As if realizing my predicament (excuse the dick pun) I felt a thick lotion or balm being applied. It was not baby oil or olive oil neither was it a hair cream. Was it Vaseline I asked between mouthfuls?

Number One replied to my question saying that the club had tried all forms of cock wanking lubricants from coconut oil to cooking oil and found that Valvoline axle grease had given the best results in terms of both lubricant and penis lengthening benefits. So my little stub axle, my grease nipple sized penis was being supersized with axle grease. How appropriate I thought.

(work in progress to be continued)

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Step into Black

He lay naked on my couch, sexually satiated. His flaccid phallus was coated with fresh spent sperm running in slow milky rivulets over his white thighs. Earlier cum had crusted on his belly and inner thighs. Even in his flaccid condition he had a very impressive manhood, especially considering he was only 14 years old. I was proud of the size and performance of my step brother’s huge cock.

All of a sudden I felt slutty and randy again. I mean very slutty and randy!

Walking naked around the apartment I absentmindedly scratched at the scabbed cum on my tummy. My lower abdomen was literally glazed with his copious cum. Taking a finger I found a still moist globule and put it into my mouth, bringing back memories of a most amazing fuck fest I had just had with my step brother.

Never before had I been fucked by a cock so long and so thick. Never before had I had so many orgasms. Not only did he have a big weapon he knew how to use it. His staying stamina was amazing. The wet dream of any red blooded woman.

I pulled my fingers through my long dishevelled blonde hair. They got snagged in knots caused by his cum, a sensual memento. I would have to shower and wash my long hair. But first I dipped my fingers into my cum filled cunt. It was sore and swollen but a well satisfied gapping gash having been stretched to its limits repeatedly this evening. Would my vagina ever close again or would it just hang open inviting the next erect cock in? Would my labia ever neatly touch again? I licked my cum covered fingers raising my slutty and randy rating.

Again I looked across in wonder, big cock worship I suppose, at the flaccid cock just lying there and I felt it would be unfair not to share such a trophy toy boy. I’d call Delilah across the hall and invite her over. Delilah was 21 years old, an African American who was proud of her Sioux Indian bloodline. She was tall, majestic with a perfectly portioned body set off with long straight jet black hair that hung to her huge ebony breasts. Almost a clone of the model Naomi. I called her and said I had a big surprise for her that I thought she would enjoy. She said she would just get dressed and would be over. I said don’t bother come as you are quickly!

How do I know these intimate details one may ask? Well about six months ago I had been out shopping and bought a green tee shirt. I tried it on sans bra and after looking in the mirror, wasn’t sure. Wearing only the tee I called Delilah over who has immaculate dress sense and asked for her opinion. She said the tee was definitely my colour and suited my figure.

“But something is wrong” I said

“Yes” she said “Your tits look like two grapefruit wrapped in cotton”

“What do one mean?”

“Well the tee is not showing your nipples off to best advantage”

On saying that she lifted my new tee shirt and with her ebony hands grabbed my white tits squeezing them delectably. Grasping my pale brown nipples between her thumb and forefingers she started to twist and pull. It was painful yet exquisite experience and Delilah seemed to be a professional at nipple manipulation. She then put the palm of one hand between my tits and using her thumb and forefinger pulled the right nipple as hard as she could from my chest. I thought it was going to snap off and couldn’t believe how long she stretched it.

She continued stretching and twisting each nipple in turn. I cried out. She said

“No pain no gain. You want to use these nips to best effect!”

Having repeated this process several times on each nipple my nipples remained engorged, blood filled and I had never seen them so thick before.

“Now put the tee shirt on again” she instructed.

I did and what a difference it made with permanent protruding nipples stretching that cotton fabric!

“Lucy, now you look sexy” she said

I didn’t only look sexy but felt slutty and randy as well.

This was the start of my bi-curious, black/white female exploration. Many an evening after a shared bottle of wine I would find excuse to see, feel or fondle her huge (42D) beautiful black tits. Delilah would reciprocate with her long brown fingers pummelling my humble white (38B) cup tits.

I had left the door to my apartment slightly open so Delilah would not have to knock and waken the slumbering white schlong.

(Work in progress to be continued)

 

 

 

 

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Wife Ready for Black Bull

My wife, with her 38C cup tits and athletic body, is much younger than me has an unsatisfied sexual drive that my small 4 inch white cock cannot satisfy. Often during the height of sexual passion I broach the subject of her considering taking another man. This badgering went on for a few years with my sexual ability declining as hers reaches crescendo. Eventually, in desperation and sexual frustration she agreed to consider taking another man. Her stipulations were that he be younger than her, be well endowed and clean and have staying power. Oh, and that I would be welcome to watch her being thoroughly fucked by a well hung man.

Pushing the envelope I asked if she would consider a big black cock. She smiled and said that would add an exciting new dimension and skin colour contrast. That from a young age she had often fantasised about being fucked by a big black cock. So the parameters had been set.

It was about this stage of our marriage that she suggested we visit naturist (nudist) resorts so she could check out the smorgasbord of cocks on display. This we did which I enjoyed being naked in the outdoors at naturist camps and beaches. We have since been to many in many countries. She always gets delight in asking me to find a nudist with a smaller cock than mine. To date, to her amusement, we haven’t succeeded. She also likes to point out large cocks that appeal to her saying look at that big one Wonder what it would be like inside my un-stretched cunt.

Recently we spent ten days at a naturist camp and due to the heat spent a lot of the time in or around the pool. My wife soon palled up with a tall young black man who was exceptionally well endowed. We sat together, swum together, had lunch and drinks together and we all seemed very relaxed. He must have seen our problem, me with a small 4 inch white cock, a younger sexy wife who was not getting her requirements and him with a big solution hanging between his legs. Every day the relationship became more intimate and relaxed. I was happy that my wife had found someone that turned her on and that she could see what was on offer.

Never having had a stranger in our sex life at the end of an evening he would go his way and we would retire to our cabin. Being naked my wife was highly aroused by our new found BBC friend and frantically fucked me. She said that he was the antithesis of me for although we were both six foot three inches tall, his younger torso was chiselled and without an ounce of fat whereas I had a flabby tummy. He had an uncircumcised cock that fascinated her especially the head covered in a black velvet foreskin compared to my small circumcised white cock with head fully exposed. That my small cock was at one end of the penis size scale and the BBC was at the other large end. As she tried to wank my miserable manhood back to full erection she said

“Don’t I think that he looks like Seal? He certainly ticks all our criteria for a stranger to fuck me, even the taboo black element.”

At lunch the next day he sat in a patio chair, legs wide apart with this huge thick black cock hanging limply over his thigh. I sat to the right of my wife my small white flaccid cock just a rumple of foreskin in comparison. My wife sat naked between us her magnificent tits pushed out and her legs fragrantly wide apart showing her shaved cunt to both of us. Her labia were swollen with lust and the moisture on her labia glistened in the sun. The sensual tensions were high with all of us anticipating and hoping which direction this would take. Despite the desire no one could suggest the next step. So this was still a real and visual fantasy, eye candy for any red blooded woman.

We parted and exchanged e-mails. Initially all attempts by me to e-mail BBC resulted in no reply. My wife said he would have fitted the bill if not her under used cunt 120%. She was most disappointed about lost opportunity. Then we received and e-mail from BBC saying he would like to keep contact and meet up with us again.

I’m keen to see my younger sexy wife fucked silly by this huge black cock, she is lusting after her naturist BBC and by the tone of his e-mail he is following up as well. So where do we go from here? I’m happy to become a cuckold to a handsome young well hung BBC who can satisfy the sexual demands of my young white wife.

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POOL PARTY GRIND

This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.

By anonymous.

When I opened the bathroom door I was pleasantly surprised – make that delightedly surprised.

There stood Rick, the boyishly good-looking husband of Maddie, just shy of his 40th birthday and only now beginning to develop the paunch that afflicts so many men in their middle years. He was deeply tanned, with surfer blonde hair that hung just above his shoulders. About 5-11, 165 pounds, and a nice little bubble butt – which I was now admiring because he had his swimming trunks down around his knees as held himself up against the wall with his left hand, his right circled around his cock, which was poking straight out. It was aimed at the toilet.

He was jerking off.

Beth’s pool party was forgotten. The fact that Rick was married was forgotten. The chill of the AC, the quiet of the house, and my wobbly equilibrium after three beers – all of it was forgotten as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, locking it.

Rick looked over at me and snickered quietly. He was drunker than I.

“Go use the other bathroom, you pervert,” he said, not really meaning it. I could tell.

“It’s in Beth’s bedroom and I don’t want to go in there. I want to use this bathroom.”

He made a face at me. “This one is occupied.” And then he snickered again. His hand slowly stroked that big, thick cock of his. The balls were nothing to complain about either. They were huge by most adult men’s standards and hung in a nicely hairy, loose scrotum that demanded being cupped by a lewd hand.

I came up behind him and pushed down my own baggy shorts. I grabbed his hips and pushed my cock against his butt.

“Hey, fucker. Cut it out!” he said, a hint of the jitters in his snicker this time.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna stick it up that tight little ass of yours. But I can fuck your crack, can’t I? I mean, I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you guys all those years ago.”

And it was true. I had always had the hots for Rick. The things I wanted to do with him … TO him … let’s just say they far exceeded rubbing my cock up and down his butt crack. But if we were gone too long from the party, folks would start wondering what the hell was going on, and I was sufficiently boned – what with the beer and staring at Rick’s crotch – that this wasn’t going to last long.

“Oh God, you’re such a dirty pervert,” he whispered as I pried his butt cheeks apart and buried my cock between them. His ass wasn’t too hairy. It was covered in fine bristles that made you know he did have some pubes down there. And it was hot – even though he’d been swimming, the alcohol and the heat had raised his body temperature so that the valley of his ass was superheated and steamy. I could smell the musk of his asshole. Maybe I’d drop to my knees and give that hole a tongue job.

I molded myself to his back as I thrust my steel-hard dick up and down through the channel of his heat. Without thinking I reached around and grabbed his dick with my right hand and that luscious package of balls with my left, and I began jerking him. He put both hands against the wall and gyrated his hips, allowing my cock to get even deeper into his sweaty, stinking crack, while his cock slide greasily in my grip.

I had the alcohol to thank for this. Rick was one of those irrevocable straight guys and there is no way under God’s yellow sun he would have let me do this to him unless he was really, really drunk. I had made sure of that, supplying him with high-alcohol craft brews and Jello shots all afternoon.

And now I ground against him, his body squirming and sliding against mine as the alcohol in his body converted to sweat. He murmured, “I’m gonna cum,” and I felt his cock throb in my hand as he arched his back. Then there was the plunk, plunk, plunk of sperm shooting into the toilet.

That was it for me. Something inside my skull began to glow like a reactor about to blow and I erupted with a gusher of scalding white cum that blew out of his crack and gathered in a slimy, quivering pool at the base of his spine. My brain sizzled and popped with one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced as I ground against him, coaxing every last drop of that baby batter out of my hardened and quivering penis.

I lay against him a moment, our sweat commingling, and then I backed away and pulled up my shorts. He was grinning drunkenly and his eyes were closed. “You fucker,” he murmured.

“Next time I’m gonna eat your ass out,” I said.

I left him there and went outside, where Beth and the others waited. “Where the hell have you been?” she asked.

“Had to pee. All this beer has to go somewhere.”

“Is Rick in there?” Maddie asked.

“Yeah, he’s in the bathroom.”

“You mean you used MY bathroom?” Beth exclaimed. “With all my underthings hanging from the shower curtain rod?”

I grinned at her. “Would you rather I pee in the pool?”

Rick ambled out and plopped down on one of the Igloo coolers, his legs spread wide, the lump of that cock and those balls clearly visible beneath the fabric. Some of the guys yelled at him to come join them in the pool.

And then I saw it: There, just above the waist of his swimsuit in the back, was a huge glob of pearly white cum.

Without thinking I grabbed a bottle of sunblock and squirted a huge dollop on his back. “Starting to burn back there, buddy” I said, giving it a quick smear so that telltale load of sperm was now lost. “You want to do the honors?” I asked Maddie.

“Nah. I’m comfortable.”

So I rubbed the sunblock all over Rick’s back, trying not to look like I was enjoying it too much. When it became obvious that I was, I staggered off and fell into the pool to hide my escalating boner.

God, I love Beth’s pool parties!

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Cuckold Opinions

The last Sultan of Zanzibar had 360 concubines! That’s almost one female per night of the year. Eunuchs guarded the harem not to prevent the girls escaping but to prevent men entering to service these sex starved gathering of girls who were definitely not getting their fill.  The current King of Swaziland has six wives and eight “princesses” living with him at the palace. Do those young women get sexual fulfilment? The ex-president of South Africa, has 6 wives in true Zulu tradition and many mistresses. Are they satisfied or do they look elsewhere for gratification?

Mormons the world over are allowed multiple wives. Can one husband do bedroom justice to so many sexually demanding women? Likewise, Muslims can take four wives who live in separate houses. Are they satisfied or are they dependent on lesbian sex or vibrator relief?

In contrast to the above there is a tribe in China that one woman takes two men (usually blood brothers). She lives in the village with one partner while the other man works for say two weeks of the month on the country farm then they switch so she gets the other man to join her in bed and minister to her sexual demands. Now to me this sounds highly civilised. Two men servicing the sexual requirements of one woman. I’m sure she always has a smile on her face

Before the arrival of “Christian” missionaries in the South Pacific islands the island tribes did not have marriages but bred as a tribe. After the annual harvest of the sweet potato or taro crop there was a festival. During the festival week bands of 5 young girls would seek out a young man and each girl in turn would have sex with the boy. They would then hunt down another boy and another throughout the week until all the girls had slept with all the boys. When they fell pregnant the child was a child of the tribe as they could not ascertain the biological father. It was a matriarchal society where the females were the sexual aggressors and initiators.

So my philosophy in this 21st century with much more liberated bedroom ideas is that as opposed to the male having multiple female partners the women should have multiple male partners. Can you imagine a female living with say four men? They each go out to work every day so the household income quadruples. They come back to take their turn with the woman be it one-on-one or even more exciting for the woman all four men in bed with the woman. A gangbang every night!

References to cuckolding appear in literature as early as the 13th century. Today, however, cuckolding has become a powerful sexual fantasy for some men, who get aroused by the idea of their romantic partner engaging in sexual activity with someone else. Women also share this fantasy, but less so than men. This cuckold fantasy has been around as long as marriage and sexuality but we’re hearing more and more about it these days, and more people are rejecting the social stigma against this fantasy. Men are more likely to fantasize about cuckolding, and they do it more often but there are a number of women who have these fantasies as well.

Part of what makes cuckolding arousing for heterosexual men is that they tend to view it as a taboo act. In a society or culture that idealizes monogamy, the cuckold fantasy is available to people to conceptualize their sexual fantasies. It’s a sexual desire that can be easily customized to meet a wide range of sexual needs and desires, whether it’s taboo sex, novelty, voyeurism or something else.

The emotions surrounding seeing your partner with someone else can be a huge turn-on.  It’s not cuckolding if there isn’t an element of small cock humiliation, degradation or denial. Our erotic imaginations have the ability to turn shame lemons into delicious kink lemonade.”

Overall, research found that for the most part, cuckolding tends to be a positive fantasy and behaviour. Remember that sometimes just sharing a sexy thought can be arousing enough — you don’t have to follow through. If you are thinking about acting on a cuckolding fantasy, it’s worth stepping back first and making sure your relationship is in a good place and that you have strong sexual communication skills.

For men and couples considering the issue of cuckolding, it’s important there be honesty, integrity, communication, mutuality and shared values. For couples who do decide to move forward, it’s important to take things slow. The reality of watching your spouse have sex with someone else — or knowing they’re doing it, if you’re not there — is often very different than the fantasy. It can dredge up powerful emotions, so take baby steps and keep talking and communicating. That said, the rewards can be amazing, according to couples who have successfully folded cuckold play into their relationships.

Cuckolding is often seen from the outside as a kink founded in humiliation and inadequacy of the male partner but the reality is far different and pleasurable for most couples actively involved in cuckolding. Cuckolding takes the foundation of a stable, loving marriage and extends it to include one or more males who play a specific, sexual role within the relationship. Contrary to popular myth sexual inadequacy is only a significant factor in a minority of cuckold couples. For most couples, sharing her is a loving way to expand the boundaries of their relationship and safely explore a more natural approach to human sexuality and relationships.

Cuckolding is a wife-centric rewarding experience for all involved and makes a loving cuckold marriage dynamic. Wife, husband, and boyfriend are all involved. The wife is being touched, reassured, and pleased by both men and in return, is pleasing them both – just in different ways. Inviting another male into the marriage exercises and builds the marital bonds just as physical exercise does for fitness. When practiced properly, cuckolding will bring a couple closer together & greatly increase intimacy despite of and also because of the intimacy the wife now shares with another.

The realization of a cuckold relationship is centred on sexual pleasure where the dynamics of each person’s pleasure is important but decided much differently. Though with a different man, the wife’s desire for full pleasure is easy to understand being the focus. The cuckold’s pleasure, however, is less understood in the public eye because of the desire for sexual denial by his wife, needed to intensify his own sexual arousal, along with her to be openly pleased by another bigger and better man.

Not exactly the ‘normal’ marital bedroom setting. As a minimum, the denial is a strict control of his pleasure, usually resulting in the relinquishing of sexual intercourse. Or to put it more bluntly, his penis will not be providing the full sexual pleasure needed by his wife, nor as she sees fit, letting him have his pleasure by penetration into her pussy. How this is enforced is usually left to the wife and her making an empowered statement to the cuckold about deliberate sexual needs and control, and devotion to knowing her pleasure is most important above his.

Nevertheless, it is still important that the cuckold should experience some sexual pleasure (or relief) with the occasion and manner as agreed by the wife and fitting to the intimacy of the cuckold relationship. To this, the wife can settle to only satisfy in a ‘mechanical’ manner where she is involved literally taking care of the matter ‘at hand’ and very efficiently ‘draining’ the cuckold male. The cuck is normally not allowed to masturbate. When being the dutiful wife is very apt at using her hands in assisting with the task of the cuck’s relief.

It’s a very common fantasy, actually. There is no shame in your fantasy game. In modern day, it’s become a popular fantasy. Many men are turned on by seeing their female partner pleasured by another man. It’s a form of submission for the cuckold in which he derives pleasure from being humiliated. And, its popularity is on the rise. Research found that “cuckold porn” is the second most searched heterosexual porn category on the internet. Fantasies are a great tool in any romantic relationship – especially one that has lasted. One may have to mix things up, try new things, and go outside of your comfort zone from time to time. Sharing and acting out your fantasies with a loving, committed partner is a great, safe way to do that. The first thing to keep in mind is this: There is no shame in your fantasy game. Shame causes repression, which usually leads to either acting out and infidelity or a lot of self-loathing.

Assure her that if you go down this cuckold road, it won’t threaten your relationship. Let her know that this comes from a desire for you to see her experience more pleasure, pleasure that maybe the current partner can no longer supply and to grow your fantasy sex life together. There is a need to introduce her to the concept little by little. After talking with her about it, see if she’d be open to taking baby steps by simply watching a cuckold porn film together. From there, you can bring up the idea of having a man give her a sensual massage as you watch.

You might want to consider a few other things here. Sexuality is a spectrum and it’s broadening every day. It’s not black and white. There are, dare I say, many shades of gray. Polyamory and other forms of non-monogamy such as open marriages are not entirely taboo. Is this a way for you to expand your own sexual boundaries and experiment with bisexuality? Your sexual preferences can always evolve even if you’ve been married for 30 years.

Ultimately, this is the point of cuckolding. Whoever your wife ends up with should fuck her better than you ever have (or at the very least better than you typically do or did). It should be mind-blowing, body-shaking sex that leaves her tingling from head to toe after a powerful orgasm has washed over her body in waves. Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that ultimately what drives your desire? Don’t you want your wife to fuck someone that’s bigger and better than you? Don’t you want her to whisper into your ear how much better he felt, how much harder he made her cum?

This is pretty true for all of you cuckolds out there who are looking for your wife to become your Hotwife … it’s not that wives don’t like sex or are 100% against having sex with someone else (though some wives are) … it is mostly about you and whether or not we can trust you … trust that you won’t lose your cool when you see your wife cum … hard and often … on a bigger, better cock … and that later, you are not going to tell us we are a slut because we fulfilled your fantasy … and many other involved issues … if you want us to cuckold you … then we need to be able to trust you and the communication skills have to be excellent … if all that is true, then you can build an even more amazing relationship with your wife … but we must be able to really trust you first

Trust her … at this moment … even with her cuckold husband sitting in the corner … his little white dick painfully erect … his mouth hanging open as he watches his sexy, sweet, once innocent wife cumming over and over again on that bigger, better black cock … she doesn’t even know her husband is in the room or what his name is … she can only think about one thing … the approaching orgasm and how hard she is going to cum … again and again … all night long … all the while her cuckold husband’s little dick gently weeps … his obviously precum giving away just how excited he is watching the woman he loves having the sexual evening of her life … It is good to be the hotwife married to such a cuckold.

Once the wife has done this a few times … as much as her cuckold husband is humiliated and embarrassed … it really puts her black studs into over drive … almost like they fuck her all the harder and better … to show her and her little dick cuckold husband … what he can never give her … a win-win for everybody as it helps the cuckold husband….and remember that it is his little dick is the reason why she fucks bigger, better black guys in the first place and … it reminds her just how much she loves fucking bigger, better black guys with great big cocks …

Once he’d gotten his full nine inches inside your wife, his slightest movement sent paroxysms of intense pleasure through her. The power-ramming, headboard-banging, pillow-biting nine inch long-stroking would come later that night after he’d taken her upstairs to your bedroom. For now, he was just letting her get used to a world she didn’t even know existed and what was worse…you knew that sexually…she was already his.

The best way to start is with the wife slowly stroking your cuckold-to-be-husband…bringing him along slowly…watching some interracial porn…commenting on the bigger black cocks…remarking…innocently …how much harder girls cum on big cocks…edging him to the brink of orgasm…over and over again…until he’ll do anything you want…soon you’ll have him as your cuckold…ruining him for all other women if you do it right…

This one was a real eye opener for her … when she first came across it, she just assumed that her cuckold husband would pass this test … don’t get her wrong, she knew he was small …  but she thought he was bigger than a toilet roll … so she had him do the test while she watched … She was shocked when his whole dick fitted inside except for just the tiniest bit of the head of his dick peeking out the other end … it was then that she really started to realize just how small his dick really was …

Turns out, there exists an even more outrageous, rule-breaking scenario: one in which the cuckold in question not only knows, but heartily approves of his wife’s infidelities. This is because the term “cuckold” accurately refers a man who derives sexual enjoyment and pleasure from hearing and fantasizing about, or witnessing his female partner’s sexual encounters with other men. At the same time, the cuckold himself remains faithful.

Cuckolding is rightly considered to be a mostly male-driven fantasy. When researching cuckolding for this article it was found that in roughly 75% of cases it’s the men who first bring up the idea of cuckolding to their female partners. And while for many cuckolding forever remains an exciting but unattainable fantasy, some couples manage to put it into practice. In this way, cuckolding can be considered part of the consensual non-monogamy spectrum.

Similarly, the female partners range in their interests from simply having sex with other men with their husbands’ enthusiastic approval (in which case the term “hotwife” is most often used to describe the woman), to exerting complete sexual dominance over their cuckold partner (here, “cuckoldress” is the more frequently used term). If you are a woman whose partner has admitted to having a cuckold fantasy, it’s likely that the next step will be him asking if you’d like to put it into practice. In this, cuckolding is unique, since the power to make it happen in real life resides primarily with the female partner.

Cuckolding is as challenging as it is exciting, and making it work in real life means starting out with a foundation of a strong relationship, emotional maturity, trust, mutual compassion and respect, and continuously flowing, open communication. Just like with any consensually non-monogamous relationship, bringing in new partners means adding responsibility of expert knowledge, skill, and adherence to the governing principles of safe, sane and consensual sex.

But, for the right couple and the right relationship, cuckolding can be incredibly hot, exciting and rewarding. Here are some examples of how cuckolding can benefit you and your relationship:

  • A stronger bond between the primary couple.In research, many couples reported strong feelings of unity and connection after starting to practice cuckolding. Many also reported having more appreciation for each other and better communication in their intimate relationship. This often leads to a renewed sense of trust, closeness and togetherness, all of which are all hugely beneficial for the long-term health of a relationship.
  • More exciting sex between the cuckold and his female partner. Most couples who practice cuckolding have been together for a long time, often 10 years or longer. For them, cuckolding breathes new and exciting life into a relationship that, while loving and committed, may feel a bit boring and stale. The voyeuristic and taboo nature of cuckolding, can open endless possibilities for exciting, titillating and highly satisfying sexual experiences.
  • Greater sexual satisfaction for the female partner. In research, women who successfully engaged in cuckolding overwhelmingly reported feeling more sexually fulfilled and satisfied than ever before. Variety is the spice of life, and cuckolding offers ample opportunity for women to enjoy a selection of enthusiastic sexual partners. Some of these men (also called “bulls”) may provide particular sexual skills that these women’s primary partners do not possess; or they may fulfil additional sexual fantasies and desires, like being dominated, or having sex with a man with a substantially larger penis. No matter the specifics, women who engage in cuckolding often get access to more frequent, enthusiastic, and satisfying sex.
  • Increased empowerment and confidence.When done right, cuckolding can be incredibly empowering to a woman. While our society still struggles with the idea of women enjoying sex for its own sake, a hotwife or cuckoldress has the freedom to enjoy sexual pleasure with a variety of eager partners. The positive impact of this new-found confidence potentially extends further than the woman herself. Her cuckold partner also reaps the benefits of a woman who is assertive, voracious, and unapologetically sexy: all the qualities that make sex with her so much more exciting and pleasurable.

Cuckolding when approached and practiced thoughtfully can be a real gift to a couple who choose to bring it into their relationship. In addition to being extremely sexually satisfying, cuckolding has the power to revitalize and strengthen a relationship in new and profound ways. And even if you and your partner never put cuckolding into practice, it can become an exciting part of your sexual fantasy repertoire. With an open-minded attitude and a sense of adventure, the possibilities are endless.

Every sexual relationship is different. However, some sexual fetishes are very different, and this is one of them. It turns out relationships that experiment with cuckolding are very much on the rise, and psychologists can’t quite figure out why. Theories abound everywhere, but the men and women taking part in the world of cuckolding don’t really care why they like it, they just do. On top of that, more and more people are discovering cuckolding as something they like. It doesn’t matter much why people like it. There are a ton of reasons and any one of them could apply to any man who likes getting cuckolded. The important thing is that everyone is enthusiastically consenting and everyone is having fun.

In general the term interracial when used with cuckolding most often refers to single black males enjoying white wives with their husbands support and encouragement.

Interracial is a niche within the cuckolding lifestyle where the only real difference is a couple’s preference or custom of choosing black lovers. Otherwise, progression of the lifestyle extends much the same as any cuckold relationship. Due in part to the commonly accepted view of black sexual superiority blacks are expected to be dominant sexually and this is one component that many couples are looking for and one reason they sometimes gravitate to interracial.

The contrast alone between a dark lover and a white wife can be an immense thrill for both the wife and her white husband. For some couples, the taboo of interracial adds a significant element to the experience while for others taboo isn’t much of an issue. There’s no guarantee that the black suitor a wife is considering inviting inside her will have longer, thicker cock than her husband, but the combination of contrast and size can provide more than just double the thrill for many couples.

Well, size isn’t immaterial, of course, but it’s not everything. Just as all blacks aren’t exceptionally hung, whites aren’t all less than average. Most white husbands are of average size (5,5″) and many are even larger than that. Still, size alone cannot guarantee what a woman needs sexually. Even should her husband be full sized & possess the stamina needed, he still has a small white penis between his legs and can never offer the experience going black can provide his wife.

Many cuckolds to wives with a black cock preference find it easier to accept being limited or weaned from sex as it is apparent that no matter what they are capable of, they cannot offer her the cock she wants.

For nearly all husbands in this lifestyle being a direct witness to the act between his wife and another man is an ideal occurrence they want and should experience. As with many other aspects of this lifestyle, compromise is called for here. Though many wives are thrilled from the start to enjoy the cock of another man in front of their husband, not all are equally enthused. Some feel overly self-conscious about being watched during the act and therefore deny their cuckold this pleasure. Others are simply selfish. Even though husbands almost always desire to watch, it’s a double-edged sword. The cuckold wants to watch for one or more of the following reasons:

  • It’s very erotic, from a voyeur’s perspective;
  • It provides visual detail for them when they mentally visualize their wives with their lover;
  • it can be the culmination of years of fantasizing

But, as with most things, there are also elements of watching your wife offer her most intimate pleasures to another man which can be quite difficult:

  • Being in the presence of the male the wife has chosen as a sexual superior is very humbling;
  • Being present invites opportunity for the wife and/or the lover to further exercise the cuckold’s humbling;
  • The wife has the opportunity to make her husband witness the fruits of his own fantasy which can often be well beyond what he imagined.

How often should he get to watch? This is simply a guide and other factors can be taken into account, but as a general rule, for every three times the wife enjoys a sexual experience outside the marriage, one should be witnessed by her husband.

For most cuckolds, little is more precious than being able to clearly imagine in his mind, what it looks like when his wife is with her boyfriend. Of course they will imagine if that’s all they have, but it’s so much more rewarding to know for himself what it looks like when his wife has her small hands wrapped around the big cock of her boyfriend in a manner he may have never experienced himself.

Humiliation is part of cuckolding because it is a form of power exchange. In our culture it’s a submissive act to allow someone to humble you – especially for a male. I say humble because humiliation has this connotation of extreme acts when it’s simply a matter of deferring to another and nothing more.

The general stereotype of a cuckold is: he has a small penis which more resembles a wild mushroom than a potent male sex organ. Are there cuckolds like this? Absolutely. Is this the majority of men whose wives have or should be riding a much more capable organ? Hardly.  In the case of such a tiny penis it goes without question that size matters, but for husbands who are better hung and are fully capable of pleasuring their wife through intercourse, the motivation and ‘necessity’ for cuckolding becomes a bit more clouded – especially for the wife who may not perceive an issue worthy of inviting another male into the marriage.

A husband whose penis stiffens when told it’s small and ineffective as a sex organ is naturally sexually submissive. Humiliation is an integral part of cuckolding because it is an overt way for the cuckold to express submission. A non-submissive male would react aggressively to being told he is less capable sexually, so to accept that humiliation is to submit. To prove this, one need only tease a cuckold who is of average or below average size and see how they become swollen and needy to understand that it’s not really about the truth of the statement as much as it is about the effect of the statement.

The truth is that it’s the submissive role he plays that is the true source of his need to be her cuckold and not any perceived inadequacy. It’s also true that regardless of his size, stamina or ability to bring her to orgasm during intercourse, her husband can never offer her the same experience a different lover can. When you factor in the fantasy of taking a black lover to increase the contrast of both roles and race between husband and lover, you find a situation the husband could never directly provide, regardless of his size and stamina.

A husband who has 7″ will feel even more cuckolded by a man of 8″ than a husband having only 5″ simply due to the perception of having been better than average hung, yet now he is ‘small’. Though not technically true, when his wife takes a lover who is larger in any dimension, it becomes an effective verbal and visual taunt which will certainly exercise the cuckold’s submissive needs.

As stated earlier, size or performance isn’t always the best justification when proposing a cuckold lifestyle to a wife who thinks status quo is just fine. After all, her favourite flavour of ice cream isn’t the only flavour she’ll eat and it’s only her favourite until a new flavour strikes her fancy more than the last favourite! (Vanilla versus Chocolate?). To justify my argument watch the video link below.

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The first time that I show my penis to a a pair of girls

This situation happened when I was studying in high school. In that time, I was close to two girls, that I will call here Trinity and Diane. I wasn’t real friend of them, but we got along very well. One time, when we’re working in a Project at school, Diane said:

“Hey, Will, how long is your dick?”

That question took me by surprise, and I blushed. In that time, I wasn’t so open-minded about sex and sexual stuff like dick size, so that question embarrased me. Trinity giggled about the question, and seeing that I get embarrassed by the question, she asked me:

“It’s small? How small it is?”

You can imagine that if the dick size question embarrassed me, these new ones make me get real red and embarrassed. The fact that they were just assuming that my dick was small was really embarrassing. I didn’t know what or how to answer to that embarrassing question, and was looking at the floor, but when I look back at them, I also see, to my horror, that a classmate, a girl, was looking at me and the girls. My mind filled with thoughts, “Did she heard about the question? What was she thinking about it?”. I was cornered. That’s when Trinity talked again:

“See, Diane, I told you, it has to be small, if not, he just told us that his cock average or big…”

And that’s when something came out of me:

“It’s normal…”

But Diane, looking at my crotch, replied:

“I don’t see any bulge down there…you’re lying…”

And again something strange came out of my mouth:

“I can show it to you”

I didn’t know why I said that, but Diane and Trinity were surprised about my response as me. They told me:

“Well, how about now? We can go to the bathroom, we’ve finished the Project, and we can tell Mr. Sanders a lie.”

So, before I can say anything, they asked Mr. Sanders to let us go to search some things to the project, and he let us all go to search it. So, we go to the girl’s bathroom, that fortunately was empty, since it class time. Once there, Trinity, seeing me nervous, told me:

“Just show it to us. If you have a tiny one, we will not tell anyone about it…”

Both of them swear it, but I wasn’t so sure about that, because Trinity was quite talkative, so she maybe could tell other girls about my dick size. But in the other hand, if I didn’t show my penis to them, it will be implicit that I’d a small penis, and I also didn’t want that they think that. So, I was cornered and without much option, so I decide to show them. First, I unbutton my pants, and then I pulled them down, showing my briefs to the girls, who laugh a little seeing them. At that momento, I was totally nervous, I was one cloth away from letting a pair of girls. But I want to get this over with, so I grabbed the waistband of the brief and I pulled it down, exposing my manhood to both of them. Both Trinity and Diane followed the fall of my brief to the ground, and when it hit the ground, their gaze come fastly to my crotch.

Now I was bottomless in front of Trinity and Diane, and both of them were just looking at my penis. They smiled and my mind filled with thought about why they smiled. In the first scenario, they were laughing about my penis size, and telling me how small it was, while in the other, they were amazed about how big it was. But a comment of Trinity broke my thoughts:

“It’s nice…it’s not big but neither small…it’s average” she said, smiling

But also, Diane talk about it. I was really nervous about her opinion, since she had a boyfriend at the moment. But her comment wasn’t I expected:

“It’s smaller than my boyfriend’s dick, but yes, it’s average”

I was really relieved by Diane’s comment, but also horny, just by the fact of two girls looking at my dick. So, I get an erection, which make the two girls laugh at me, and tease about getting hard by them seeing my cock. They helped me with that, giving me a handjob, and I didn’t last long until I cum. Finally, I get my underwear and pants up, and we returned to our classroom. They thanfully didn’t tell anyone about that, and fortunately, that shenanigan was the first of many sexy shenanigans with them, but that it another story…

 

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Small Cock Cuckold Part Two

This is an update on an earlier story. It is based on a true marriage experience. Obviously names and places have been changed. I have also taken the liberty of adding some fantasy fiction to this nonfiction account.

It was financial year end at the grain store and she told me that she had put together a team of local high school kids to assist with the tedious stock take in the grain warehouse. Due to the bulky weight of the stock items she only employed strong well built high school boys (or that’s what she told me). The grain warehouse owned and managed by Ryan Peters who at the age of 30 had inherited from his late father. It contained bags of hog feed, chicken corn, alfalfa pellets, cattle feed all stacked and stored in gigantic orderly peaks in the vast multi storey warehouse. She was to oversee the annual stock counting with Ryan on Saturday and she said it would probably run into late Saturday night.

Saturday morning she wore a sheer see thro halter neck top tying it at midriff that left a lot of tit on show and very little of her breasts to imagination, a cheeky pair of denim hot pants and long dangly earrings. She looked very hot. Too hot to be taking stock in a grain store I thought. But whoa she was my wife and her sexy dressing turned me on. Maybe I would get a chance to wank my little cock in the fields today I thought.

She returned home about 8:30 that evening looking very dishevelled, with her top all done up wrong her tits blatantly hanging out, nipples swollen and showing and a broad satisfied grin on her face. I could tell she had been drinking wine as she smelt of wine.

“How was your day?” I asked “You look as if you have been working hard”

“I have been working hard but most enjoyable especially this evening” she said “Do you want to hear all about it?” She was standing legs apart and looking very randy as she asked.

“Please tell me all”

She stood in the centre of the living room, her long legs slightly ajar facing me. As she began telling me her day’s events she removed her see through halter top and gave her large tits a good shake.

“Well the stock take went faster than we thought and those high school kids were a great help. We checked and double checked and everything was accounted for. It was about 5:30 when Ryan told me to go and pay the high school kids and let them out. As I walked back to my desk to pay the boys I noticed that my halter top had come loose during the stock take, fully exposing my right breast. I was going to retie it when I thought what the hell those high school boys have being working hard why not give them a visual bonus. There were six boys all strapping and muscular. Four of the six were black boys. After the exertion and hard work in the summer heat some had removed their tee shirts exposing their chiselled young chests which gave me some eye candy to admire.  They all ogled my exposed tit and I pretended not to notice other than my nipples hardening to bursting point. I enjoyed being checked out by six young school boys who were half my age. Likewise, I enjoyed checking out their half naked bodies. I noticed that some of them had pronounced hard ons as they lent over my desk to sign for their pay. Not only my nipples were at bursting point but I was sopping wet between my legs and feeling randy as ever. What amused me further was one of the boys made a complimentary wanking sign in my honour as he walked out. A bit of evening titillation for both the boys and myself.”

At this point, still standing topless in our lounge, she pushed both hands down into her very mini denim hot pants and as I watched wiggled her long fingers. The hot pants slowly and seductively slid down over her hips. My wife was giving her husband a private strip tease and my little cock was responding accordingly. In its four inch erect state it felt cramped and trapped in its confined place and urgently need liberating and attention. But despite my desires and lust I was not going to interrupt my wife’s tale. The hot pants fell to the floor. She had no panties on and stood tall and totally naked in all her seductive glory moisture glistening between her thighs.

Continuing she said “At this point Ryan and I were the only ones left in the grain store. Ryan had asked me to meet him in the basement warehouse where he wanted us to cross check and consolidating stock take sheets. I heard him locking up and the bright overhead lights were switched off leaving only the low lighting. With the lights dimmed, this created quite a rather romantic setting with the stacked grain bags looking like fantasy castles. Ryan returned with a bottle of chilled white wine and two wine glasses. I was hot and thirsty when he poured me my first glass of wine.”

“Here’s to a successful stock take and all your hard work” he said. We drunk a toast and he poured me my second glass. I was already feeling horny being locked in the warehouse with low lighting with my good looking boss who was 8 years younger than me. He then lent over to give me a big thank you kiss. As his lips touched mine we just melted into each other’s arms and the deep throating kiss seemed to last forever. I have never been kissed like that ever before.”

“Your breasts look amazing through that translucent material. I’m sure a lot of those high school stock take boys will be wanking themselves tonight remembering the sight of your amazing white tits especially the black boys. You have been tantalising me for weeks with your no-bra see through blouses. I’ve been getting a hard on every time I walk past your desk.”

“Could I see them?” he asked. I was now fully turned on and without hesitation I undid the knot to my see-through halter top to let loose my nipple hard tits.”

“You showed him your tits? “ I asked.

“Yes, how can you refuse a request from your boss? And that’s not all” She went on like a runaway train as her fingers dipped between her legs.

“He cupped my creamy white tits with his large hands and the feel was a huge turn on. His hands were bigger than yours and he was rougher, manlier in the way he played with my tits.”

“I’ve seen them, and felt them, but wonder what they taste like?” Ryan asked.

“With that I laid back on a low stack of grain bags, he poured chilled white wine on my left nipple letting it run over my ample breast then proceeded to lick the wine off having a good gnaw at my engorged nipple. He repeated this on my right nipple. By now I was ready and randy to fuck the whole high school stock take team cum boy or girl! He had removed his shirt to expose his muscled chest. I ran my wine wet tits over his skin creating a polished erotic sheen.”

“He dug his thumbs into my denim hot pants and in one sweep he had removed my hot pants and my thong exposing my very moist, dripping-with-lust cunt. I fought at his belt buckle, undid his zip. My adrenalin was pumping to see what he had in stall for me. I dragged out his cock. It was still half flaccid, thick as a car’s radiator hose and very enticing. Very much longer and thicker than your as you can imagine.” She stated.

By now standing naked in front of her husband and confessing her adulterous behaviour had not only aroused me but she was getting very re-aroused by the retelling in her wine induced condition. Her fully exposed cunt was flared open, labia swollen and was oozing cunt fluid down both her inner thighs.

“You played with his cock? I asked in mock horror.

“Yes there was at least something to play with and even half soft his ebony cock was twice as long and at least three times as thick as your pathetic white 4 inch erect weeny! My intention was just to see what it would be like to suck such a massive cock; to experience the thrill and girl power to bring it to full erection; to be able to wrap both my hands around a cock shaft; to devour and wank and watch creamy cum squirt from such a monster penis. My lust and wanton sex starved cunt got the better of me and in no time he was pushing that thick long cock into me. It was huge compared to your thin short cock. It went deeper, where no cock had ever been in my cunt. It stretched all sides of my love hole in that I wanted to orgasm with every stroke of his massive manhood hammering away inside my willing cunt. And boy did he have staying power. He just went on and on fucking me on those sacks, occasionally giving us each a sip of wine from the bottle then pouring some over our connected genitals.”

“So you let him fuck you?” As her husband I was really cross now and she realised she had overstepped the mark. Pouting she justified as only she could.

“He is everything that you are not:

  • He is young and beautiful, you are …..;
  • He is tall dark and handsome, you are…..
  • He has a six pack and you have a beer paunch;
  • He is captain of the golf team;
  • A successful business man;
  • Serves as chairman on a charity;
  • He has a 9 inch thick cock that can get erect;
  • You have a measly 4 inch thumb-thick cock that gets erect occasionally.
  • Shall I go on?” she asked.

She thought I would get cross, throw her out or divorce her for what she had just done and told me. To my surprise I was not angry or jealous but realised that this is what she really wanted. She enjoyed it and if anything I was highly turned on seeing my sexy wife recently ravaged and satisfied by her well endowed and handsome young boss, standing in front of me.

To her surprise I pulled her naked waist towards me. Her white thighs were still crusted with his cum. She dipped her finger into her cum soaked cunt and presented it to my lips as a sort of peace offering. I licked it clean and then fucked her cum soaked hole with my miniature white cock.

“Can you taste Ryan’s cum?” She asked “There should be plenty of it and it’s still very fresh.”

It was then that we had a relationship understanding in place. I, her husband, with my small inadequate 4 inch white cock had become a cuckold for my beautiful young wife to be fucked at will by her young successful macho boss with his super sized cock to satisfy her.

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Small Cock Cuckold Part One

 

This is a rework of an earlier story It is based on a true marriage experience. Obviously names and places have been changed. I have also taken the liberty of adding some fantasy fiction to this nonfiction account.

The stream of pre cum, translucent and shiny glistened in the sunshine as it hung from the tip of my very erect cock.

Every now and then my over stimulated penis would jerk and a strand of pre cum would fling off falling to the ground. I was standing naked outside in the early morning sunshine in our farm garden. I gently touched my cock again fearful of ejaculating and spoiling the moment. Another blob of pre cum gushed from my cock tip adding to the string of pearls already dangling there.

Taking my finger I wrapped it around the precum as one would use a fork to gather up spaghetti. I put the coated finger into my mouth to taste my body fluid. Sucking it clean my palate registered: slimy, not much taste, not as salty with that distinctive chlorine taste of cum but still kind of erotic to consume your own freshly harvested pre cum. My short, white uncut cock jerked in anticipation of cumming again.

What had caused this early morning arousal? Being young and newly married I was used to waking with a morning glory (a stiff cock). I usually woke alone as my wife left the martial bed very early every morning to attend her swimming training. Normally I took my erection in hand giving it a leisurely wank at my own pace knowing how to satisfy myself from years of practice. This would end in me cumming on the sheets a practice my wife took exception to.

“I’d rather that your small, erect cock came inside my cunt than you masturbating and messing on the sheets.” She would say. Being summer I had now taken to taking my morning pleasure outside and standing in the sun would take my time to wank my cock in the a la naturel enjoying the arc of cum shooting off into the garden. But before you think I’m a solo wanker let me tell you about my wife and how our marriage has developed over the last five years. It’s these memories that have me so aroused this morning.

So here’s the background to this morning’s raging hard on:

My wife knew what she was letting herself in for when she married me. Yes, I am tall (six foot three inches), dark and some say handsome. Maybe the attraction was that I was well endowed. There is a perception among women that all tall, large statured men are well endowed. Well yes I had inherited a bundle so was financially, but not physically well endowed. For you see I have a small cock.

I have a small cock!” Saying that must be as liberating as an alcoholic declaring “I am an alcoholic.” My uncut cock is 4 inches long when fully erect and 4 inches around.

I supposed one could call it a 4X4 cock. A “4X4” cock has a volume of 75 cubic centimetres (cm3) which is 43% smaller by volume than the average Caucasian cock. This means that my wife gets 56cmless cock for her money than she would from an average sized cock. Less filling. Likewise, my 4X4 is 25% shorter than the average Caucasian cock. Less length. So what is considered the average dimensions of a Caucasian cock. Its 5.5 inches erect length with a girth of 5.5 inches. This gives a volume of 131cm3, which is 75% bigger by volume than mine and 33% longer. So you can see what my wife is missing out on. Sorry about all the numbers but being an accountant I’m a numbers man.

When my pathetic phallus is erect it easily fits inside a toilet roll tube. Bear in mind that only 0.2% (that’s 1 in 1000) of Caucasian men have small cocks, defined as between three and half to four and half inches long when fully erect. So I have given you a few of my vital statistics, let me tell you about my wife.

She is 5 foot 9 inches tall, has a blonde bob haircut, a full athletic figure and her crowning glory are her firm 38 B cup breasts. An absolute looker ! I’m sure without my bank balance I would not even been considered by her. She has long legs and is a competitive swimmer which keeps her figure in trim and gives her the excuse to train at the local country club pool every day. With her natural blonde hair she has a natural Mediterranean olive coloured skin that gives her a year round all over tan to compliment her blonde hair. Yes, she is a natural blonde and although she shaves down below she always keeps a blonde “landing strip” of pubic hair. She is out going and extremely flirtatious with other men.

Although she came from a very conservative part of the country with her competitive swimming (or should this read swinging?) she had had many premarital sex encounters both with male and female swim team members and the ever lecherous life guards.

Our married sex life was very vanilla. I thought unadventurously tame. For as a young married couple we only had sex once a week and this was dictated by whether she had a swim meet or not the next day. We had regular sex, her allowing me to play with and oil her tits and dip my four inch cock into her cunt. With my excitement, I normally came very quickly often apologising to her for not getting her to orgasm.

In our post sex state, me satisfied, her frustrated, she would continue to play with my cum sticky wilting cock and tell me about all the cocks that had fucked her before we got married and elaborate on how they all were much bigger than mine. She mentioned that she had five lovers prior to our marriage but I’m sure she was being most conservative. Based on the above phallic statistics the law of averages will tell you that probably all the other cocks that she has had were all longer and thicker  than mine. Being in her thirties she was now in her prime and sexual prowness peak.

There was no chance of early morning sex as she was up at 4:30am every morning to go to swim training. So many a morning as a newlywed I had to entertain myself by using both my imagination and right hand to wank my 4 inch endowment to ejaculation.

Now anyone who has been married knows from experience that all marriages go through rough periods, all marriages have ups and downs and hopefully ins and outs. Our marriage was no exception.

With our extravagant lifestyle we soon went through the financial endowment. I lost my job as I was drinking too much. Our marriage was in a desperate situation both at the bank and in bed. At about this time I inherited a small farm left in a family estate. It was a chance of a new start. We moved to the small remote farming town isolated in the rural country side.

I managed to get a low paying job in sales which meant being on the road a lot, hotel night’s away, achieving budgets and reaching targets leaving my fit young randy wife alone on the farm. My wife, she, got a job as a bookkeeper at the local grain merchant. It was the biggest business in town. I normally got home late and too tired to satisfy her bedroom demands or was away on business hotel nights.

As summer approached she stopped wearing a bra and started wearing very see through blouses. I couldn’t help notice that her firm 38B cup tits had transformed from a young girl’s size to a more robust 38C cup woman’s sized firm tits. I noticed but never commented. Perhaps she was looking for attention from her husband or elsewhere? The outfits became more daring with short skirts and cut off denim hot pants that exposed as much of her butt cheeks as her brief bikini pants did. My wife was purposefully revealing/flaunting more and more of her female assets and she was wearing these skimpy outfits to work every day. Should I have been a bit circumspect?

Starting at sunrise working on the farm then onto my daytime sales job and then back to the farm until sunset, this coupled with my drinking did not help the bedroom situation. Despite the skimpy clothes that she wore to work she always stripped naked while around the house and by fondling her breasts and fingering her cunt while wandering around the house or out in the garden she was telling me aloud that she desperately needed sexual servicing. I would normally get into bed and before anything could be initiated I would be fast asleep. Often I would awake in the night, with my wife’s naked body next to me and feel her fondling my limp flaccid small cock in vain. And then hearing her moans of orgasm as she had to pleasure herself using her trusty large dildo.

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