Cucked Husband

For at least five years my husband (Andy) has asked me to cuck him. For five years there was never a chance of me allowing this to happen.

Two weeks ago we went out with some friends. As the night wore on, my husband kept pestering me about this being a good night to cuck him. He said he had the perfect guy. Enter Mark.

Mark joins us. He is a coworker of Andy and is built like a Mack truck. 6’3, fit like nobody’s business, a smile to die for and a voice of a drill sergeant. The problem…he was black. This would be VERY new to me if this were the guy.

From the moment he started talking to me, I knew he only had one thing on his mind - to fuck me tonight. He was flirty, sexy, convincing and that voice - I felt like I needed to listen to him or something bad would happen.

I pulled Andy aside, told him my thoughts and he lit up like a kid a candy store. I asked him multiple times if he really wanted this. He told me over and over that he has waited for this. We returned to Mark and we decided to find a hotel room.

I rode with Mark to the hotel and his hand was in my pants the entire time. By the time we got to the hotel, I was soaked. As Andy paid for the room, Mark was kissing and touching me like he and I were the couple. It was odd feeling but I was so horny.

In the elevator, Mark tells Andy that he is going to fuck me like never before. His hand still in my pants…my sloppy pussy in heat, I look for Andy to approve this and he nods.

Mark fireman carried me to the room, tosses me on the bed and pounces on me. Within seconds, he was in my pants. Within a minute, he had fed me his black dick. It barely fit in my mouth but I wanted all of it. After some head, he spins me around and slams his tongue on my clit and I started to cum. Immediately! Hard! Deep!

‘Yeah, now you are ready! Get on my dick and show your husband how you act when in the presence of a hard black dick.’ I climbed on, dropped my hips, let out a distinctly erotic moan and started to bounce. Marks dick plundered my white pussy with each movement. He encouraged more from me. Faster, bounce harder, go deeper. That voice!!! Fucking voice!!!

He basically fucked me for two hours. He came twice and I came (a hundred times I think!) We went our separate ways at the end of of the night.

Mark wants more. Andy wants more. I am finally recovered from the intense fucking from two weeks ago. I want more but I am afraid of this being a thing and not just living out a fantasy for Andy. Such a dilemma.