Several years ago, my husband and I got into Cuckolding. I guess it was a natural progression for me to become a Hotwife. I had cheated on him several times and needed more than he could provide.
His small penis and his pre-ejaculation issues made it impossible for him to scratch my itch. My previous boyfriend spoiled me but eventually broke up with me because he wasn’t ready to settle down. I met my hubby on the rebound and after getting married, realized I made a mistake.
So I cheated, secretly looking for a replacement. He eventually caught me but only the once and was unaware of the others. The shit hit the fan. We were on the verge of divorce which I was fine with, but he struggled. During it all, I was still cheating. I couldn’t help myself. When a woman realizes what great sex is all about. She can’t settle for mediocre sex. If I want mediocre, I’ll masturbate.
When I told him why I cheated, he had a harsh reality check and a huge humble pie to eat. After a lot of self reflection, he asked if we could work things out and stay together. I was blunt, I told him I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t cheat. He surprised me and said I didn’t have to. He said I could continue to have sex outside the marriage as long as I was extremely discreet.
He didn’t want his friends or family knowing he was a Cuck. I agreed.
My sexual drive went off the charts as I began fucking every big swinging dick that came my way. Life was good. Our marriage blossomed and my clitty was happy. I began fucking black men because I was always looking for bigger and better. Then it came to a head after meeting Wayne. He was a six five black man that was built like a gladiator. He invited me to his place after meeting online.
He was very forward and dominant. He wasted very little time once I was inside his home and began kissing me and fondling me. He asked me to strip and dance for him which I tried my best. He then started rubbing my pussy and asked me to beg for his big black cock. I did as instructed and was so worked up, truly wanted him inside me. He then asked me to remove his pants and I enthusiastically pulled them off exposing the largest cock I had ever seen.
My excitement went to worry rather quickly. He was so big that I couldn’t get him in my mouth and I licked him like a popsicle. He asked if I still wanted his cock and all I did was nod my head yes, but was concerned. He led me to his bedroom which looked like a sleezy sex hotel room.
He even had mirrors on the ceiling and around the room on the walls. No matter where he was, he could watch himself. There were three cameras also he turned on as he asked me to climb into his bed. I was on all fours as instructed as he poured lube down my ass. He began rubbing his cock up and down my ass and instructed me to relax as he placed his head against my vagina. He slowly began pushing it in slowly and kept repeating for me to relax.
I can only describe the pain as giving birth. He eventually got the head in and stopped allowing me to catch my breath. He applied more lube and began going deeper stretching me to the max. I think he was only a third inside me when he bottomed out. The whole time I was screaming loudly but not from pleasure. I usually don’t scream.
As he slowly fucked me, I prayed he would cum quickly. It lasted way longer than I wanted but he eventually he came inside me. He pulled out and then requested I clean his cock which I obediently licked clean. He asked if I was ready for round two. I adamantly told him I couldn’t do it again because the pain was too excruciating. I then dressed as he explained that he had resized my pussy to fit his cock and to return when I healed and the second time will be better.
I struggled to walk and when I drove home I thought about my decision to fuck him. I crawled in bed like a beaten pup until my husband came home. He asked what was wrong when he saw my tears. I told him about my experience and he asked if he could examine me. I spread my legs and let him look at me. His first words where, oh my gosh! You’re bleeding, your pussy is bigger than I have ever seen. You should go to the doctor.
I refused because I didn’t want to explain to the doctor why I was ripped open. It took a long time to heal and during that time, I lost my desire for sex. I stopped having sex for a period of time and when my husband asked to fuck. I could hardly feel him inside me. I literally lay there until he came which usually only took a couple minutes. Over time I healed but was emotionally scarred from the experience.
I eventually got over it after five years now and have recently met a man that I adore he has only eight inches but makes love to me like no other. I have two wonderful men in my life who I hope to keep for a long time. I gave my husband a child and he is content and so am I.
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