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Misic stood there, looking.
It had finally happened. After years of fantasy and late-night reading of erotica about other men’s 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, taking 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 about which 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 lorry.
Misic remembered the very first time he had read a story about a white wife accepting a black man’s 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 man’s attention. It made such an erotic story. But was it really possible his own wife would like it?
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 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.
These lusty and virile fantasies only frustrated him more because his wife would often not even cum when Misic’s 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 together.
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.
Dana’s 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 were 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 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, 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 hue?’
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, watching 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 men’s immensities.
‘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 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.
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To be continued
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