The Night I Watched My Hotwife Surrender to a Bigger Man

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Cuckold. Confession. The night I watched my hot wife surrender to a BBC.

My Wife's First Time with a Bigger Cuck I wasn't born a cuckold. It took years of shame, punishment, and secret fantasies to turn me into the man I am now. Psychologists say early sexual experiences are formative.

When I was ten, I stumbled upon my dad's hidden porn collection. It shocked me, because dad was a conservative man, and more than a little racist. One tape in particular burned itself into my mind.

A massive, dark-skinned black man getting his dick sucked by a pale blonde. I was so transfixed I didn't hear my mom come into the room. She was horrified.

She told dad, and he dragged me outside, made me drop my pants, and whipped me with his belt. But that didn't stop me. It only carved the images deeper into my brain.

Along with them came a taste for humiliation and pain mixed with pleasure. As I grew older, I kept watching interracial porn, fantasizing about my girlfriends with big black cocks in their mouths. I knew I was smaller than most men, barely four inches hard, and that only fueled the obsession.

My first girlfriend cheated on me. Most men would have dumped her. Not me.

I wanted details. How big was he? Did he make you cum? Was it better than me? Every answer gutted me, yet I jerked off to them.

That was the seed marrying out of my league. Later, I married Lois. She was beautiful, confident, way out of my league.

I thought maybe marriage would bury my fetish. I had a good job as a lawyer at a white shoe firm, and I gave her the suburban dream. A nice house, a country club membership, a Mercedes SUV.

Outwardly, she was the perfect suburban wife. Petite, blonde, respectable, working as an elementary school principal. At home, she was different.

Lois teased me relentlessly. About my size, about how quickly I came, about how she sometimes needed more. Each jab cut me down, but each one also made me hard.

That's when I knew I wasn't just unlucky. I was a cuck, planting the seed. It started with Marcus, her trainer at the gym.

He's huge, she smirked one night. Tall, built, the kind of man every woman fantasizes about. I bet he could fuck for hours.

My cock stiffened instantly. She noticed. You like that, don't you? She whispered, thinking about me with him.

God, you're pathetic. That night, I confessed everything. The porn, the fantasies, the years of imagining her with a bigger, blacker cock.

She kissed me with cruel delight. Then let's make it real. The Invitation Lois was the one who asked him.

Marcus didn't hesitate. They had been flirting for weeks, and he thought she was gorgeous from the first day she walked into the gym. She kept her body tight, her ass pert, and he knew exactly what the arrangement meant.

We'll invite him over, she told me, stroking my cheek like I was a pet. And you'll sit there and watch, while a real man fucks me. You'll finally see the difference.

When Marcus arrived, he made me feel small, before he even spoke. Broad, tall, confident. He shook my hand politely, but his eyes stayed locked on her.

Within minutes, they were kissing, her moans filling the room, while I sat in the corner, forgotten. She glanced at me, smirked, and said, Take it out. Show him what you've got.

I obeyed, stroking my little cock, humiliated. The Reveal When Marcus stripped, my heart stopped. His cock was enormous, thick, veined, black as midnight, crowned with a swollen head built to destroy her.

He dwarfed me completely. Lois gasped. Oh my god, she whispered, it's so big, so black, so perfect.

She wrapped both hands around him, and still couldn't cover his length. Then she opened her mouth wide, gagging, drooling, moaning like a woman possessed. When she pulled off, face wet and lipstick smeared, she looked at me.

See that, baby? That's a real cock, not your little toy, claimed before my eyes. Marcus bent her over and shoved inside.

Lois screamed, a raw, animalistic cry I had never once heard from her. Her moans were primal, guttural, nothing like the polite sighs she gave me in bed. She howled, begged, sobbed for more.

Her body shook violently as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. God, he's splitting me open, she cried, clutching the sheets. I can feel him in my stomach.

Yes, yes. Oh fuck, don't stop. I sat frozen, jerking furiously, gutted by the sounds pouring out of her.

She had never made those noises for me, watching her break. Marcus pounded her relentlessly, his massive cock slamming into her while she wailed, squirting across the sheets, screaming his name. Not mine, his.

I whimpered, trembling on the edge. But she snapped at me, don't you dare come yet. Not until he fills me.

Finally, Marcus groaned, burying himself deep. Lois's scream shook the walls as his cock pulsed inside her, flooding her with hot cum. Her whole body convulsed, animal cries spilling from her throat as she collapsed under him, knowing my place.

When he pulled out, she was ruined, trembling, dripping, wrecked. She turned to me with a cruel smile. Get over here, clean me.

I crawled to the bed, licking her pussy, swallowing Marcus's seed while she petted my hair. Good boy, she whispered. Then she curled onto Marcus's chest, stroking his muscles as if I weren't even there.

This is your life now, she murmured, you'll watch while real men fuck me. You'll clean me after, that's your place. I sat there, cock aching, humiliated and used, yet desperate for it to happen again.

They fucked three more times that night. Lois screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors. Each time, I cleaned her and brought them drinks.

When Marcus finally left, Lois was glowing. She slept like a log. And in the morning, she woke me with a blowjob, reminding me Marcus was much bigger.

You deserve it, she teased, for being a good boy and letting me ride that big cock. I came instantly. Since then, Lois has been different, softer, happier.

She dresses sexier, mini skirts, thongs, heels, all because of Marcus. And I can't wait until he comes back.