Misic stood there, looking.
had finally happened. After years of fantasy, of late night reading
of erotica about other mens wives learning to crave sex, sex
with men other than their own husbands, it had finally happened.
His own beloved wife was the one on the hotel bed, passed out from
pleasuring, her little opening weeping white pearls of what remained
of her earlier vigorous lust. The men had left now, taken their
extravagant bodies with them, leaving the married couple to deal
with the aftermath of their actions.
Misic thought back about the road he, and his wife, had traveled
to reach this point. A point which realized he now had very mixed
feelings about. His pulsating prick in his hand was hard as a rock,
but his heart felt like someone had run over it with a lumbering
Misic remembered the very first time he had read a story about a
white wife accepting a black mans penis into her body and
then going crazy with lust for the sensation of being so wonderfully,
totally filled. In the story, she was filled like her own husband
never could make her feel. Her husband had watched her being so
lustily taken by the other man. Misic had masturbated three times
reading the story.
After that, he had read every interracial cuckolding sex story he
could find. His dreams had become filled with erotic couplings of
black men making his beloved Dana respond to their fuckings the
way the women in the stories did.
Misic wondered if it were possibly true, that white women would
respond like that to a black mans attentions. It made such
an erotic story. But was it really possible his own wife would like
Then he had watched that video. The men in the video were powerfully
built, and had immense black sex organs, bigger than Misic had up
to that point thought possible. Misic had watched that first interracial
video over and over, watching how their large penises would make
the all the white women that they entered go beserk with lust. He
knew that it was possibly just acting, that the actresses were just
faking it, but he had to know, one way or the other, if his beloved
Dana wanted to experience such a well endowed man, a well endowed
BLACK man. . . . . . . . .
But how to broach the subject to his beloved wife? How do you ask
your wife Honey, would you please fuck a black man and let
me watch? Misic, embarrassed and humiliated, was stumped,
and frustrated beyond belief. What kind of man wanted his wife to
fuck around on him?
Over the next several years, Misic became more and more distracted
while making love with his Dana. Oh he liked to make love to her
alright, but in his mind, it was not his penis inside her, it was
a gorgeous black shaft of immense sexual power that shot long thick
ropes of virile sperm into her sexy little receptive womb as his
wife writhed in ecstasy and unbridled lust. In his fantasy his beloved
wife would cum over and over and over until she finally would pass
out from the incredible orgasms the black man was giving her.
Or course, these lusty and virile fantasies only frustrated him
more, because his wife would often not even cum when Misics
penis was inside her, despite his best efforts. His penis, although
not overly small, was certainly no match for the legendary endowments
in his fertile imagination.
Misic flashed back to the very first time he had brought an interracial
porno video home with him. His hands had been sweaty, his heart
was beating a million miles an hour, and his cock was as hard as
it had ever been nestled inside his pants. He had told her he had
brought home a different kind of video to watch with her, and of
course the kids would have to not be home while they watched it
Dana had assumed it was another run-of-the-mill sex video that she
had become accustomed to her husband bringing home whenever he wanted
her to have sex with him. So she had simply nodded in understanding,
then made arrangements for the kids to stay elsewhere for the night.
Sweating and nervous, Misic had tried to act nonchalant while he
loaded the video into the machine. But his cock was so hard he could
not hide its bulge within his clothing. He turned away from Dana,
his hands in his pockets, as he walked back toward the couch upon
which she was already propped comfortably, her soft angelic smile
watching his actions, wondering what was going on with her husband.
As the video began to play, and her husband had settled down onto
the couch, moving somewhat oddly somehow, her eyes had turned toward
the screen to see an immense black sex organ entering a little red
haired white woman.
Danas eyes were instantly riveted to the screen. Blushing
in discomfort at her sudden, abnormal but obvious attention to the
prurient actions of the couple in the video, she tried to look away
from the actions of the powerful black man that was so obviously
being wonderfully and lustfully enjoyed by the white woman.
Dana realized that for the first time in a while, How long
has it been she wondered, her body was feeling moist. As the
screen action progressed, she felt her own body wetten, opening
slowly, preparing itself for penetration!
Dana felt shame at her feelings, but she also felt a deep sexual
excitement that she had not felt for a long, long time.
Distracted by actions outside of her focused cone of vision, she
looked down to see her husband kissing her feet. For much of the
video, he had stayed there, paying her feet and ankles and toes
homage as if they were his sole source of inspiration. Her eyes
kept returning involuntarily to the screen, as the large black beautiful
shafts on the screen pleasured woman after woman.
Embarrassed, yet inescapably intrigued, she wondered What
would that really feel like? What would it feel like to have such
a large member inside me? Such a large member, . . . . . . . of
That night, when her husband had come to her, he had slipped inside
her body unusually easily. Her body was open and accepting, and
his stiff member inside her had been welcomed by her ready opening,
and wet channel.
But her husband had been too excited, and had orgasmed deep inside
her well before she could complete her own slower rise to fruition.
After Misic had pulled out of her, rolled over, and gone to sleep,
she had lain there for far too long, wishing for her own fulfillment.
She was too shy to seek her own peak as her husband slept beside
her. After all, a good catholic woman does not need to ever touch
herself. She had been a blushingly naïve virgin when she married
Misic, and had been eternally faithful to him ever since.
But finally she had gotten up out of bed and gone back into the
living room. And then after much hesitation and an internal mental
hassle, had pushed the rewind button. Again she sat cross legged
on the couch, her luminous eyes filled with growing curiosity and
lust, watched the video again, her nakedness under her robe available
to her if she ever chose to touch it.
Her own neediness had distressed her, her traitorous body crying
out for carnal fulfillment as her large liquid brown eyes watched
the white women being so wonderfully filled with the black mens
What would that feel like, to be so completely filled over
and over, and so deep inside me? she wondered.
It had shocked her when she realized that her own finger was stroking
her little unfulfilled clittie.
But her own touch felt so good, and her heated body was already
nearing its peak, her moment of ecstasy was only a few lithe caresses
away . . . . . . . . and then, as yet another white woman began
to orgasm on the screen, her own body had conspired against her.
As the black man filled the white woman in the video with his copious
seed, Dana exploded. She had to bite her lip to stifle any noises
as her body wracked in ecstasy for moment after moment, her flood
of orgasms coming in wave after wave of incredibly powerful pleasure,
pleasure beyond what she had ever experienced with her loving husband.
Dana had finally collapsed there on the couch, awakening an hour
later feeling incredibly fulfilled and refreshed. She had turned
off the TV, then dawned a warm night gown and rejoined her still
snoring husband in their marital bed.
Dana slept better that night than she could ever remember since
she was a young and innocent child.